Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 517 - 517 244 Meeting Friends Through Martial Arts_2

517: Chapter 244 Meeting Friends Through Martial Arts_2 517: Chapter 244 Meeting Friends Through Martial Arts_2 Seeing Treya skillfully helping Leon with his armor, Olivia glanced sideways, noticing three damaged weapons and a feathered helmet with a gaping crack resting on the rack.

The first item was Leon’s previous sword, the replica “Thorny Blade” bestowed by Count Eriv.

Now broken in two, it was uncertain if it could be reforged.

The other two were a Urian Long Knife missing its front blade and a long-handled halberd scorched and snapped in the middle.

These two damaged weapons belonged to the owner of the peacock-feathered helmet—a Kantadar Knight who nearly killed Leon.

These remnants were gathered and brought back as spoils of war by Azeryan and Lokhak, who led soldiers to search for Netti Cards on the battlefield, proving Leon’s military merit in this battle.

Olivia picked up the broken knife that had nearly killed her beloved and scrutinized it.

Even though she had not personally encountered its wielder, she could sense a bloodthirsty aura as if born from countless battles emanating from the scarred War Saber.

Could she have stood up to that Great Knight if she had been present then?

Her grip tightened on the hilt as a strange sense of melancholy and urgency rose in her heart.

…Not enough yet…

“Let’s go, Olivia,”

Leon, now dressed in armor, impatiently motioned for her to follow.

The group left the main castle and headed to the training grounds located behind the fortress of the middle-tier barracks.

Upon reaching the arena where warriors sparred and practiced, Leon noticed an unusual bustle on the clearing.

A crowd of knights and sergeants were gathered, seemingly engrossed in watching a duel.

Spotting Lokhak, the giant, cheering loudly among the crowd, Leon and Olivia exchanged a glance and quickened their pace through the throng.

Only then did they see the fierce duel in the clearing—a match between Guard Knight Zabron and Derek, the Wolf Hunter Ranger Knight they had met two days prior.

Scanning the spectators, Leon noticed six other Rangers and their attendants were also watching.

Observing the two combatants exchange blows in the intense duel, Leon noted that the lively atmosphere didn’t suggest any conflict, letting him relax slightly.

Approaching Lokhak, he asked, “What’s going on?”

Seeing Leon and Olivia, Lokhak quickly turned around and explained, “Those Rangers saw us practicing and, probably itching for action, expressed curiosity about our swordsmanship and gun skills.

They proposed sparring for insights, and since their attitudes seemed friendly, I didn’t refuse.”

“You participated too?”

Leon noticed dust and gravel still clinging to Lokhak’s armor.

“Not just me.

Filipo and the others also took part…

Where did Larian find us such experts?

They’re outstanding; after several bouts, we’ve hardly won a few matches.” Lokhak shrugged, his expression admiring.

While sparring earlier with an older knight, Lokhak had initially worried about accidentally injuring his opponent due to his strength.

Yet, as soon as the match commenced, it only took a few exchanges before the elderly knight tripped him up and pinned him to the ground.

In the second round, Lokhak was once again overpowered, forced out of the ring after only a brief struggle.

“We actually have wins?” Leon was surprised by Lokhak’s remarks.

Considering the fledgling nature of the Avalon Knights, its young members were indeed formidable against ordinary foes.

However, these well-known Ranger Knights were battle-hardened veterans who had survived countless life-and-death struggles.

Leon was acutely aware of their capabilities.

Few among his rank could rival the Rangers’ prowess.

Excluding the town’s Chief of Public Security, Larian, who was away patrolling.

And Canis…

most likely off drinking in another town.

Neither he nor Olivia had been present earlier.

Besides Lokhak, who might have had a chance against the younger Rangers, it seemed the odds were stacked against them.

Lokhak glanced sheepishly around before leaning closer to Leon’s ear, “These gentlemen showed mercy, letting me and Hawk win a few matches.”

“Ap…

Apologies…

My lord… The wins weren’t honorable.

I shamed…

brought disgrace…

to you and Olivia…” Hawk looked over, apologizing to Leon awkwardly.

Leon turned his gaze to the struggling Zabron in the arena and shook his head helplessly.

Given his current “perception,” Leon had already “seen” Zabron’s impending defeat.

His old guard likely wouldn’t last more than five moves against the Wolf Hunter Knight.

Patting Hawk’s shoulder, Leon even felt a bit comforted, “No disgrace.

Recognizing and exploiting gaps during a match is a skill in itself.

You performed quite well.”

Especially for Hawk, this young man from Selva had only been training alongside Olivia and the other guards for half a year.

Unlike Leon, who had the advantage of prior swordsmanship training in his previous life, Hawk’s evident talent almost earned him praise.

Leon shifted his focus to the duel underway.

Predictably.

Like a venomous snake, Derek’s Long Spear penetrated Zabron’s defenses with a precise thrust.

Coordinated with steady footing, the spear slipped past the Guard Knight’s tightly held shield and struck powerfully at his waist.

The sound of clanging armor reverberated as Zabron was forced back two steps by the sheer impact.

He sighed in slight frustration, then sheathed his sword and removed his helmet, signaling surrender.

Derek retracted his spear, stood upright, and respectfully saluted his opponent.

The atmosphere momentarily fell silent; after Lokhak and Hawk’s rare victories, the Avalon knights had now endured consecutive defeats.

Although their adversaries maintained decorum after winning, the onlookers couldn’t help but feel their morale dipping.

“Ah, it’s Lady Olivia!

Lady Olivia is here!” An observant sergeant spotted a glint of gold and exclaimed in excitement.

Thanks to the girl’s height—or lack thereof—even with steel boots adding extra inches, she was still obscured by the stature of the surrounding men.

Only now did most realize their esteemed mentor had arrived.

The mood at the scene instantly soared, and countless eager gazes turned to the formidable Knight Champion.

The Ranger Knights among the crowd also directed their attention toward her.

Olivia—this name, from its tonal resonance, clearly referred to a woman.

Glenn Soren stroked his beard and looked over, spotting Baron Leon and the two armored young women beside him.

One donned ornate lion armor while the other stood by with a sword on her back.

It was evident to whom the Avalon knights referred when chanting Olivia’s name.

Yet Glenn Soren was puzzled—why did the arrival of one girl spark such fervent applause?

Leon glanced at his soldiers chanting Olivia’s name and sighed.

…Hey, hey, hey, I’m here too!

Why isn’t anyone calling for me to save the day?

Still, he was only joking.

He would never envy his wife’s renown within the knights.

After all, any warrior in the regiment trained under Olivia’s guidance couldn’t help but consider themselves her disciple.

He himself was the head disciple, the senior brother of the troupe.

This scene resembled Olivia School facing an external challenge, and her disciples’ confidence was renewed upon their “master’s” arrival.