Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 614 - 614 290 Pope Illaril_2

614: Chapter 290: Pope Illaril_2 614: Chapter 290: Pope Illaril_2 Leon closed his eyes.

His spirit melded with his soul, discovering the small shadow curled up in the corner.

Snow-white hair draped over her shoulders.

Her petite body hugged her knees.

Her shoulders shook from sobbing.

Just like eight thousand years ago when he brought this lonely girl home, Leon gently held her in his embrace.

This burden is not yours to bear, it’s time to let it go…

…

“…Le…on?”

The tentative voice recalled Leon’s consciousness, opening his eyes.

Savoring the warmth and tenderness blooming in his heart, he looked towards Olivia, who was looking bewildered in the audience.

“Is…it you?…Leon?”

“?” Leon raised an eyebrow, amused by the girl’s confused expression.

“Who else could it be but me?

Why are you questioning it?”

After speaking, Leon realized and raised his hand to touch his overgrown bangs and the long hair that reached his waist.

He gently snapped his fingers.

His cascade of black hair quickly shrank upward.

Each strand seemed to grow in reverse, gradually returning to its original form.

With his neat short hair restored, Leon leaped down from the high Corona Altar.

He embraced his beloved girl tightly, lowering his face mischievously to rub against Olivia’s soft cheek.

“It’s just growing some hair, it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen it, why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Leon teased, laughing.

The embrace of her lover gradually relaxed Olivia’s tense body, allowing her to show a relieved smile as she leaned into Leon’s arms:

“You just…

did that to that monster…

like that…

And then you did this…

to this place…

It was amazing….

also scared me to death, I feared you’d suddenly…

become someone else entirely.”

Listening to the incoherent murmurs of the girl in his arms, Leon squeezed the anxious and confused Olivia tighter, closing his eyes and breathing in her fragrant hair…

He tried to remember this enchanting scent….

This was also the last time he could enjoy this scent like this.

Though imperfect, the short journey had to have its end, and they had come to a point where parting was inevitable.

“Olivia.”

Murmuring the name of his love in this life, Leon gently brushed the cute bundle of hair at the back of the girl’s head.

What a pity…..

In the end, I couldn’t….

untie it with my own hands.

He released his embrace.

Leon attempted to say farewell.

But his waist was held tightly by Olivia.

Though not understanding what happened, maybe it was intuition, or perhaps some kind of perception.

The girl buried her head in her lover’s damaged chest armor, not daring to raise her head, not daring to meet his gaze, not daring to loosen her grip even a second.

Pain surged from his soul, yet Leon still softly said goodbye:

“I must go now, Olivia.”

“No.”

With just that word, the girl felt like she was suffocating.

Despite her injuries already healed in the warm sunlight, she felt as if she were being choked, unable to breathe.

Sorrow stained the bright hall filled with light arcs.

“….

You tied my hair, you have become my knight….

you must fulfill our promise…”

Olivia’s sobs, almost like a plea.

“I wished, I wished for a little more time…

but regardless, this is a duty I must take on, no one else can.

This is also what I, what Lorelette owe to this land….

But every moment of this year to me has been like a jewel gained at the very end…..

You are the brightest and most important one…..

Olivia, my wife, don’t grieve, at sunset, we can meet again in dreams, in the Dream of the Great Group, the marks we leave behind…..

still exist….

Time was up.

Leon slowly withdrew his comfort, for he had seen it…..

the towering dome.

Dissipating white mist of light surrounded infinite high columns.

The deserted throne still stood at the end of the steps.

….

Such an impatient hurry.

Can’t wait?

Makes sense.

Letting me be fished out of the River of Time shows your great leniency.

Or is it…

just fear of the strong and bullying the weak?

Yin Nie…

not to be trifled with, right?

Seemingly the calmest, but when angry, he is the most terrifying.

Hmm, thinking like that, even your light becomes endearing.

Retracting his consciousness, Leon turned back, slowly placing the girl asleep in his arms back down, then turned to look at Kovis, who stood quietly by the side.

“The rest is up to you, take Olivia safely back to Avalon, the Angry Demon coveting Lokhak has been driven off by me, don’t forget to look for any surviving survivors.

Also, remind….

remind Kamoz, though I think it’s not a good thing, but I will keep the promise to fix the ruin gate left behind by Uvgaard’s departure.”

Kovis’s expression grew increasingly complex and difficult with his lord’s instructions.

He hesitated, lips moving, teeth clenching, but gradually seemed to make up his mind.

The young man bowed his head, placing a hand on his chest, and kneeled on one knee before his lord: “…

As you command, my lord.”

“Why so reluctant?

That grimace doesn’t suit you?

Hmm?

I warn you, although….

ahem….

But as we’re saying goodbye, don’t come at me with those sappy words.

There wasn’t any brat like that before, but when I started to beat him up, calling for his dad, my hands were ruthless as you know.”