Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 505 - 505 238 Recruiting and the Court Mage_2

505: Chapter 238: Recruiting and the Court Mage_2 505: Chapter 238: Recruiting and the Court Mage_2 Now, nodding and entering the Royal Court, he would become the bridge between the King and the Farolis Family, a prominent figure in Orland’s court, and one of the Northern Kingdom’s elites.

As for the price… there wasn’t really any.

This was purely an olive branch extended by Lydwen in appreciation of talent.

He believed that Lord Eriv wouldn’t object to him seizing the chance to enter the Royal Court either.

After all, as a noble of the former dynasty, the Thorny Flower family was already severely lacking influence in the Royal Court.

If he could voice the Farolis Family’s concerns before the King and ministers, and help Eriv gather intelligence on the Kingdom’s upper echelons’ decisions, it would undoubtedly break their current isolation surrounded by Royalist nobles.

Lydwen’s proposal seemed perfectly apt—it not only brought him into his fold but also indirectly tightened the bond between the Royal Family and the Farolis Family.

Moreover, he himself stood to benefit on both sides.

There was no reason to say no.

But more than the opportunity to rise to the top, Leon realized that in light of Lydwen’s favor, this seemed like a perfect chance to request the “Moonfall Silver.”

Even Princess Ines couldn’t persuade her father to part with this national treasure…

should he take the risk and try?

Looking at the calm and collected Lydwen on the throne, Leon’s gaze swept across the hall.

Other than the King’s Dusk Blood Guard, no other nobles were present.

In this private audience, bargaining a bit didn’t seem like it would offend the King’s dignity…

Without further hesitation, he made up his mind.

The forbidden Netti Card, which defied the laws of life and death, meant far too much to him and those dear to him.

“To enjoy Your Majesty’s favor, I am immensely grateful.”

As Leon spoke, he rose from his chair, placed his right hand to his chest, and knelt on one knee, probing the throne with his words: “However, I humbly request Your Majesty to grant me a treasure in recognition of my contributions in the recent battle.

I am even willing to trade all the rewards you’ve granted me for it.”

Hearing this, Lydwen appeared momentarily surprised.

“A treasure?” He hadn’t expected the young man to have a request surpassing the already significant rewards bestowed upon him.

Instantly, he was curious—what kind of treasure could outweigh the promise of a future among the Northern Kingdom’s elite?

Yet, with Lydwen’s refinement, he didn’t become angry.

He even spoke playfully: “Surely, you’re not asking for the ‘Sun Holy Sword,’ embedded in the Royal Palace?

That’s something I cannot grant unless you can venture to Oran Palace yourself and pull it out.”

Of course, it was a jest.

Not to mention the impossibility of anyone outside claiming that ancestral sword, even if he genuinely wanted to grant it, no one in this world could extract the Holy Sword from the stone base where the Dusk Knight had embedded it.

Lydwen admitted that when he was younger, he, too, had been full of hope and tried—and regrettably, the sword hadn’t budged in the slightest.

The former kings of the Drakemar lineage even dug out the land beneath the stone base, only to find that the Holy Sword and the stone base remained suspended in mid-air, as if welded immovably to the air itself.

Hundreds of years of the Kingdom’s finest Great Knights couldn’t move it, and flying dragons chained to it failed as well.

Even countless magicians summoned to investigate couldn’t decipher the principles behind the magic sealing the Holy Sword.

Leon shook his head; he hadn’t heard much about this so-called Sun Holy Sword.

“What I seek is the ‘Moonfall Silver’ stored in the Alchemy Guild’s treasury in the Capital.

Surely, Your Majesty is aware that I, being a spellcaster, find this material pivotal to my research and studies in magic.”

“Moonfall Silver…

are you referring to that ancient mithril capable of assuming countless forms and crafting all manner of magic items?”

Even Lydwen, who wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about magic or alchemy, furrowed his brows slightly, putting away his smile.

If this young man had requested the Sun Holy Sword, he might have laughed and allowed him the opportunity to try his luck at Oran Palace, knowing full well he couldn’t succeed.

But Moonfall Silver—that finite and irreplaceable Royal Family treasure, which once used would be gone forever—merited serious consideration.

Lydwen couldn’t help but weigh the situation.

In the silence that descended upon the hall, the King’s fingers stroked his golden beard as he contemplated.

He suddenly realized he had overlooked the fact that the young man was a spellcaster.

This wasn’t just a brave knight standing before him, but also a mage capable of wielding magic.

His brow furrowed slightly…

Then an important realization struck him: this young man wasn’t a member of the Warlock Society but rather a spellcaster from Seryan.

Lydwen was well aware of the Holy Sun Church’s stance on wizards.

The “Warlock Society” itself had been an organization created by many wild mages who fled church persecution, joining forces with native spellcasters in the North to establish a sanctuary.

From Leon’s background, it was clear he had no significant ties to the Holy Sun Church.

With the recent report of Met’s treason and collusion with foreign powers, Lydwen judged that the young man had no connection to the Northern Fortress either—and might even harbor grievances against it…

Just as Leon thought the King was about to reject him, Lydwen finally spoke.

“Before I address your request, I want to know—where did you acquire your knowledge and skill in magic?”

“…

I awakened my magical talent under the guidance of the spirit of an ancient mage while crossing the Nightmare Forest,” Leon replied, blending half-truth and half-fiction.

Lydwen nodded.

He seemed to recall Trosa mentioning that Leon did indeed encounter the ghostly remnants of an old white-bearded mage during his journey through the Nightmare Forest…

“Additionally, I have a subordinate hailing from the distant Eastern Continent.

He was once a prisoner of the Athias Empire’s mages and is a mage himself.

After I saved him, much of my magical knowledge was passed on by him.”

Lydwen raised an eyebrow.

This young man had a mage under his command?

The idea in his mind grew clearer and clearer…

“How much ‘Moonfall Silver’ do you need?”

Leon’s heart leapt at those words, as they indicated no outright refusal.

He wanted to say “as much as possible,” but fearing he might be thrown out by the Forbidden Guards, he replied honestly:

“Twelve o-pounds…

or, six o-pounds would also suffice.”

“…

I can grant you six o-pounds, but under a few conditions,” Lydwen said while leaning back into the throne.

Leon immediately asked, “What are Your Majesty’s conditions?”

“You and your subordinate must become magical consultants in my service, responsible for handling magic-related matters within the Kingdom.

Moreover, going forward, you will cultivate spellcasters loyal to the King and the Royal Family.

I will provide you with some support.

Furthermore, neither you nor the spellcasters you train may join other mage organizations, including the Northern Warlock Society.

Nor may you engage in any private interactions or cooperation with these organizations without my knowledge and permission.” Lydwen’s recruitment strategy evolved as he formulated a new plan.

“You mean…

you want me to establish a group of ‘Court Mages’ solely serving Your Majesty and the Royal Family?” Leon grasped Lydwen’s intent.