Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 540 - 540 258 Magic Furnace

540: Chapter 258 Magic Furnace 540: Chapter 258 Magic Furnace In the tower hall, Leon looked at the golden Netti Card, watching Lola’s figure gradually take shape upon the throne.

He couldn’t help but joke: “This trip, I met your die-hard fans.”

“Fans?”

The ethereal Lola gently descended onto the throne, a bit perplexed by the unfamiliar term’s pronunciation.

“Just a bunch of your admirers…”

Leon immediately recounted the arrival of the Illaril Knights.

The white-haired girl listened quietly, seemingly pondering faintly as her expression remained unchanged…

almost as if she was unsurprised by the news.

Once Leon finished speaking about the devotees from Dinexion Holy Lake, he voiced his underlying confusion to Lola.

“Those Holy Lake Knights claimed they heard your Holy Decree last November.

What on earth is going on?”

Without hesitation, Leon chose to ask his little teacher directly, determined to address the puzzling inconsistency in the timeline.

This final concern was precisely why he hadn’t yet dared to allow the Holy Lake Knights to station themselves in Avalon.

After hearing Leon’s confusion, a trace of understanding sparked in Lola’s heart.

Without showing signs of deliberation, she simply nodded at him:

“Don’t worry.

They…

were indeed summoned by me back then using magic to transmit information and summon reinforcements to aid us.”

But upon hearing this explanation, Leon’s questions grew even larger.

“You foresaw a castle named ‘Avalon,’ even before I accidentally arrived in your world?”

Miss Mage’s golden eyes shimmered and she lowered her gaze, nodding solemnly to affirm his speculation.

“No need to be so astonished.

People call me ‘Prophet.’ Even someone like Little Brandon, a mere Prophet, can glimpse fragments of the future; given my capabilities, how could I not see the scenes downstream of the River of Time?

To foresee that I would need help in a place called ‘Avalon’ was no difficult matter.”

“Then why didn’t you ever tell me?” Leon asked curiously.

Lola blinked, considered for a moment, and continued nonsensically with effortless poise: “If I had told you, wouldn’t it have influenced your actions?

That could lead the future into diverging currents.

Prophets, in attempting to foresee the future, inherently disturb the flow of the River of Time itself.

The more they act, the more the future changes.

Not informing you was also meant to ensure that those Flame Sun Guards’ descendants and successors, tasked with guarding the lake, would arrive at Avalon without any unforeseen disruptions.”

Leon was enlightened and raised no further doubts.

Having witnessed the formidable powers of ancient Lorelette Mages many times before, he had grown desensitized to it.

Besides, the late Miss Pope had been capable of traversing the Void in her physical form and now had even risen from the dead.

Compared to those feats, foreseeing the future or fortune-telling seemed trivial in contrast.

“If that’s the case, did you summon any other reinforcements back then?” Leon suddenly felt a spark of anticipation and excitement, but as soon as he uttered the question, he quickly covered his mouth and waved his hand: “I’m sorry, should I not have asked?

Wouldn’t this interfere with the future you predicted?”

Lola chuckled, pondered briefly, and shook her head before replying thoughtfully: “Don’t worry.

Even if I answer, it won’t matter.

The ones I could summon…

would only be these people.

Because they have generations of lineage tied to drinking the water from that lake and carry the strength within.

For that reason, I could connect with them and transmit my voice directly to their souls.”

“Alright then, just these Holy Lake Knights alone already constitute significant reinforcements.” Leon wasn’t too disappointed.

Still, he hadn’t expected the rumors of Lola’s “bathwater” from the Holy Lake to possess genuine magical effects.

Could it be that the Holy Lake Knights’ claims about the water purifying illnesses, strengthening the body, and prolonging life aren’t merely the delusions of zealots after all?

Leon secretly studied Lola’s petite figure wrapped in her white robe.

Good heavens…

a saintly body.

His dear little teacher, even in life, had left behind a magical lake of holy water just by bathing in the lake.

He now wondered if the spiritual form restored by the Netti Card still carried her extraordinary traits from life.

Perhaps next time, he’d bring a basin of hot water to test it out?

Leon’s gaze inadvertently slipped toward the unseen small feet beneath the girl’s dress…

Even if he couldn’t get bathwater, maybe some foot-soaked water…

…

Oh no, I mean, even hand-washing water could suffice.

But swiftly averting his gaze, Leon prudently crushed the ridiculous proposition he figured would likely earn him a harsh pinch from his little teacher.

Since Lola had never suggested it herself, the origin of the power within Holy Lake Water probably wasn’t as simple as that.

Otherwise, given his little teacher’s doting nature, she would’ve long since provided him with a wholesale supply of genuinely potent holy water.

Thinking about the myth surrounding Lola’s fall into the Holy Lake, it seemed she had been extinguishing some fearsome blaze.

Meanwhile, from the myths, Gervin stationed guards at the lake initially to prevent ordinary people from being harmed by the water’s immense power.

It appeared the strength within the water was far from merely tied to its contact with a saintly body.

Recalling the ancestor of Olivia, Leon asked Lola: “By the way, the stories of the Holy Lake say that Gervin was your Guard Commander.

But I remember you saying he wasn’t your personal guard?”

Lola hesitated for a moment.

“Gervin…

He was indeed the Commander of the Flame Sun Guard.

But within the Pope Court, I wasn’t the only Pope.”

She stood up from the throne as she spoke and began walking toward the Mage Tower staircase.

Leon had no choice but to follow the girl’s steps, and soon heard her recite five names in succession.