Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 510 - 510 241 Lola's Creation

510: Chapter 241 Lola’s Creation 510: Chapter 241 Lola’s Creation In the workshop of the upper tower, Leon removed the cloak covering his severed arm.

Lola furrowed her delicate brows and sighed softly: “…So careless?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time,” Leon replied sheepishly.

“But, um… can it still be reattached?”

The golden-eyed Miss Mage shot him a dissatisfied look and said irritably, “What if I say… it’s impossible?”

“!”

Nearby, Olivia opened her mouth slightly and her eyes trembled: “Even Miss Lola can’t do it?”

Seeing the panicked golden-haired girl, Lola smiled gently, reached out to ruffle the girl’s hair, and gave a soothing reassurance: “Alright~, I was only kidding him—don’t let it scare you too.”

Olivia lowered her head awkwardly, her face reddened as she obediently let herself be patted.

The elder before her had lived in the same era as her ancestors.

And truthfully, she didn’t mind Miss Lola’s affectionate touch.

Although she was no shorter than Lola, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was standing before a big sister.

“You, on the other hand, didn’t react at all,” Lola said, turning back to Leon.

“Even among Orland’s current Magicians, there are some who can attempt this—you couldn’t possibly be unable to do it.

This must be child’s play for our Lola as a teacher,” Leon replied with a carefree grin.

“Still, you need to take better care of yourself.

I may be here now, but in the future…” Lola frowned and swallowed the words lingering in her heart.

“Forget it—sit down.

I’ll treat your arm for you.”

She raised her hand slightly, and the box in Kovis’s hand containing the severed arm floated to her.

Miss Pope turned toward the others and said, “You two, help him remove the bandages.”

Leon pulled over a chair, sat comfortably, and lifted the stub of his left arm to make it easier for Olivia and Kovis to work.

“…I’ll be careful next time.

This wasn’t intentional—it was an ambush.

The enemies were strong, but if not for being injured by Urian’s sneak attack, which weakened my Death Claw, I could have retreated via flight even if I couldn’t defeat them.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but share a thought with Lola: “Speaking of which, if I really got careless and perished, you could probably use the Netti Card to save me from the Dead Sea, right?”

“I have gained quite a bit of fame recently, both among the nobles and commoners of the Northern Kingdom—at least more reputation than Canis.”

Lola’s hand, which was about to open the box, suddenly paused.

Her eyes raised, adopting a serious expression as she looked at Leon and warned him sternly, “No.

You cannot harbor such expectations.

If you die… it will be irreversible.

Even the Netti Card won’t bring you back.”

“Huh?” Leon’s eyes widened in disbelief.

This was something he had never considered.

Nearby, Olivia and Kovis, who were helping remove his bandages, froze as well, their expressions equally stunned.

Both of them were aware of the wondrous, godlike magic of the Netti Card.

Its miraculous nature gave them a deep sense of comfort, even in the worst-case scenarios surrounding Leon’s safety.

But Lola’s words shattered that fragile reassurance regarding Leon’s life.

“Why?” Leon asked in confusion.

In her heart, Lola smiled bitterly.

She raised her left hand subtly, pointing to her head without elaborating further, offering only a cryptic hint: “…You know why… because of your ‘uniqueness.'”

Leon seemed to vaguely grasp the implications of his teacher’s words.

Was it because he was a transmigrator from Earth?

If he were to die in this world, would his soul not descend into Yin Nie’s Dead Sea?

That would make sense… If this truly was the reason, then Lady Aphrodite and Yin Nie—who worked together to create the Netti Card magic—indeed would have no way to retrieve his soul.

Dammit… How did being a transmigrator end up being a DeBuff for him?

It turned out he couldn’t benefit from this world’s resurrection magic!

A cold sweat broke out down Leon’s back, a wave of dread sweeping over him.

He refrained from explaining the situation to the still-confused Olivia and Kovis.

“Alright, I understand.

I’ll be much more careful with my life from now on,” Leon promised Lola.

Still… he couldn’t quite figure something out.

If this were the case, why had Lola never warned him that the Netti Card’s magic wouldn’t work on him?

…Seeing Leon’s unshaken expression, Lola nodded gently.

By now, Kovis and Olivia had carefully removed the bandages, revealing the jagged, knife-cut injury.

Leon’s arm stump was coated in a special translucent salve—blended by Orland’s royal pharmacists—which left the skin unstitched.

The royal advisers, skilled Magicians in the King’s court, had decided after discussion that allowing the wound to heal naturally would hinder the subsequent reattachment of his arm.

Seeing the ghastly stump of flesh, Kovis frowned deeply.

Olivia shut her eyes in anguish, unable to bear the sight.

Lola’s gaze betrayed no emotion.

She only felt relief…

Thank goodness she wasn’t here—or had she already seen this?

“…Channel your Magic Element to seal the wound and prevent bleeding,” Lola instructed.

Leon hurriedly complied.

With a single thought, Lola caused the ointment on Leon’s wound to evaporate, exposing raw flesh beneath, though his blood remained contained by his power.

She retrieved the severed arm, which had been kept alive with Magic Power and low temperatures, and measured the proportions of Leon’s arms with her gaze.

She adjusted and stimulated the growth of flesh and blood to fill in the necessary minor length differences.

Her slender fingers then brushed over the severed limb, erasing the Demon Runes left by contemporary Magicians.

A faint green glow of Magic Light began to entwine with her magic technique.

As she leaned closer, Lola placed her left hand on Leon’s shoulder, spreading the same spell formation over his wounded arm stump.

Under Miss Pope’s meticulous control, the separated limb was rejoined—skin to skin, blood vessel to blood vessel, bone to bone—seamlessly.

Leon felt a static-like numbness electrify his mind, followed by sharp pain and an itch emanating from the wound.

Glowing flecks of green light sparkled around the point of connection before fading.

Aside from a stripe of lighter skin where the arm had been reattached, it looked completely healed.

The sensation of the lost hand returned to Leon’s consciousness—he could even feel the touch of Lola’s delicate fingers.

He eagerly began to move it, but… as he raised his left arm, the forearm and hand awkwardly drooped, dangling limply beyond his control.

Lola had initially intended to pat him on the head, but noticing Olivia’s sheer joy in the corner, she opted instead to lightly tap his forehead.

“Don’t rush—your nerves are still regenerating and reconnecting.

It’ll take about two days,” she explained.

Leon nodded in understanding, his worries dissipating.

Olivia gently touched her lover’s restored arm and gazed gratefully at Lola, her eyes sparkling like stars: “Thank you so much, Miss Lola!”

Lola winked at her.

“…Take good care of him.

That’s the best thanks you can give me.”

The golden-haired girl froze momentarily before bowing her head in earnest acknowledgment.

“I will.”

…

Leon stood up from the chair, letting down the sleeve on his left arm, and his gaze fell on an unusually conspicuous, brand-new device on the table.

It was something he had never before seen in the Mage Tower.

A multifaceted metal frame etched with intricate Demon Runes encased a crystalline lampshade at its center and included a handle at the top.

It appeared similar to the smaller Earth Vein Spirit Lamp he had crafted in the past, except it was significantly larger, measuring about thirty centimeters across, and its structure was far more elaborate.

“What’s this?”

Leon knew that during his absence from Avalon, his teacher must have made progress in dealing with the Undead Calamity.

“During the time you were away, I had Olivia send people to gather materials for creating this.

I designed it in such a way that any spellcaster familiar with Magic Handling could operate it without needing intricate spells.”

Lola levitated the lantern into Leon’s hands.

“Try it—inject magic power into it.”

Immediately, Leon attempted to channel power along the Demon Runes engraved on the metal frame and into the lamp.

A soft, non-glare white light blossomed, illuminating the Mage Tower brilliantly.

Leon was puzzled, unsure of the lamp’s broader effects beyond its obvious lighting feature.

Apart from feeling his Magic Power steadily draining into it, he sensed nothing else.

But a creation of Lola’s would never merely be a magical flashlight.

Aware that Olivia was unlikely to be affected by such simple magic, the white-haired young woman turned directly to Kovis on one side and asked, “How do you feel?”

The golden-haired boy furrowed his brow, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the peculiar weightiness in his mind.

“My body feels heavier… and yet it doesn’t…”

“That means it’s working.”

Lola turned her attention back to Leon, elaborating further: “It stabilizes souls, allowing resistance against summons and Spirit Summoning Magic from the Exotic Realm.

It establishes a link for spiritual bodies within the light domain, ensuring the souls of ordinary people cannot be easily drawn out.

Of course, that’s not all.

Those protected by its light can also resist minor soul attacks, and for any undead caught in its glow, it weakens them.”

Upon learning the lantern could safeguard ordinary people from the terrifying effects of the Soul Summoning Bell’s ominous soundwaves, Leon eagerly asked, “What’s the range of this light?

How many people can it protect?”

Lola replied, “That depends on the materials used to create the lantern, as well as the caster’s Magic Power and Skill.

In Kovis’s case, I’d estimate it could protect around two to three hundred people continuously.”

“That’s enough.” Leon extinguished the light, feeling uplifted.

Including himself, he and Kovis could at least use the lanterns’ effects to shield the entirety of the Avalon Knight Order.

Lola glanced at her increasingly flickering spiritual body but turned to fetch a hefty stack of design drafts she had painstakingly written in Felu Language from the cabinet table.

“Here are blueprints for a larger, stationary version of the Spirit Lamp, but the resources it requires are too extensive for Avalon to afford at this time.” She handed the plans to Leon.

“The detailed instructions for constructing the lantern in your hands, along with these simplified designs, will allow even the era’s dwindling Mages to replicate them easily.”

Leon grasped her intention.

“I’ll make arrangements to replicate numerous copies—then distribute them to the Kingdoms across the Continent.”

He harbored no intention to keep them for himself, nor did he wish to exploit this dire crisis to negotiate terms with different forces.

In times of hardship, clinging to petty, self-serving profits would only delay progress.

To halt the spread of the Undead Domain, gifting these tools to all factions was the wisest move.

Lola smiled faintly, unsurprised by his decision.

“I deconstructed the Great Magic from the Exotic Realm.

The masterminds behind this calamity are undoubtedly in collusion with Demons from the Spirit Realm.

They might be harnessing the souls of this land in an attempt to permanently ‘netherworld-ify’ the ground covered in dark clouds, creating a dead zone right here.”

Her gaze flickered slightly… At a moment like this, it indeed seemed feasible for her former compatriots.

Yet she couldn’t help but wonder why this hadn’t drawn the attention of the Dragon of the Dead Sea.

Could this magic truly obscure Yin Nie’s gaze?

“Leon, the Dead Sea is different from the Spirit Realm.

Yin Nie’s domain remains constantly interconnected with the physical world in the Void—it is the final destination where all things perish, free of distinctions between spirit and matter.

I suspect they aim to mimic parts of the Dead Sea’s territory on the land itself.

If successful, it would make it far easier for chaos-laden entities to descend upon our world through that netherworld.”

“So we must destroy the towers collecting souls to stop them?” Leon asked.

“Correct, but that’s far from sufficient.

Even if we succeed once, they could repeat their efforts endlessly… Rolannar, I need to return to the Pope Court.”

Lola looked at her increasingly faint spiritual body, tilting her head with an apologetic smile: “Sorry… I had just admonished you to be careful, yet now I must rely on you.

I promise this will be the last time.”

Leon shook his head.

“I’ve depended on you even more—I can’t count how many times you’ve saved my life.”

He wiggled his left arm that was still partially responsive: “Look at this arm—another debt.

At this rate, I’ll never repay what I owe you.”

Lola chuckled gently: “…You call me ‘teacher’… Isn’t it a teacher’s job to take care of their disciple?”

Earth’s Spiritual Veins neared their limit.

She chose not to linger further, sighing softly as her form dissolved into particles of light before reemerging as the golden Netti Card.

Leon reached out to catch the descending card.

He stared at the image of the peacefully sleeping white-haired girl on its surface, feeling unexplainably regretful.

Once this crisis was over, he intended to seriously discuss with Lola whether it was possible to craft a body for her that would allow her to move freely outside.

If only he weren’t so weak—he didn’t know how many years it would take before he accumulated Magic Power rivaling an Earth Vein to summon Miss Lola’s physical form outside the Mage Tower.

Carefully placing the golden Netti Card on the table, Leon froze for a moment, then smacked his forehead.

He’d spent all this time talking but had forgotten something.

Taking out a silver card cut in half by Count Arsene, Leon scribbled out an apology on paper and left it pressed beside Lola’s card.

Finally, he picked up the Spirit Lantern design drafts and departed with Olivia and Kovis in tow.

Descending the stairs, Leon couldn’t shake a growing sense that something was amiss.

He had visited the Mage Tower countless times, but this time… it felt as if something was missing.

Scratching his head in confusion, he descended all the way to the ground floor hall before a realization struck his nostalgic, collector-conscious mind.

Wait—?

Where were those lifelike black-haired, long-straight-haired dolls Lady Aphrodite had left in the workshop’s model cabinets?

…Had Lola stored them back in the warehouse?