Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 616 - 616 291 Dreamless Sunrise

616: Chapter 291: Dreamless, Sunrise 616: Chapter 291: Dreamless, Sunrise Orland Calendar, year 674.

March 26th, spring.

Rolannar’s streets were basked in sunshine as the Holy Sun Defender Army and the city’s workers cleared away the rubble that filled the city.

Alek sat out by the ruins of the Great Temple, inside the only remaining side hall.

Utilizing the sunlight streaming through the sunwheel skylight, the pen’s tip scratched the paper as he, filled with sorrow and excitement, penned the letter destined for the Dinexion Holy Court.

“To the eternally honored Throne, under the radiance of the Holy Sun, I extend my humblest greetings to you—the Prophet of the Holy Word, as the Divine Envoy.

A miracle has descended, and the blazing sun has driven away the Eternal Night Cloud that shrouded the earth.

The disaster in the Seryan region is gradually calming, the army is still sweeping out the Undead, yet the darkest hours have passed.

With ‘The Holy Sun Envoy’s’ aid, Vilan Valley County defeated the invading Corpse Ghost Army.

I am seeking the identity of this mysterious winged figure appearing in various battlefields.

Finally, Lumansor and the Holy Land City are back in our hands.

But when the Defender Army’s vanguard reached Rolannar, a considerable part of the city had already turned into ruins.

Regrettably, no followers survived within the city.

According to the latest batch of ‘Holy Lake Sect’ heretics passing through here on their return journey to Dinexion, it was said that a righteous one sheltered by a Prophet, along with the ‘Holy War Army’ they organized, reclaimed the Holy City from ancient foes.

The truth of this great feat will be confirmed with the Land people and even those abominable Kantadar heretics.

Moreover, sorrowfully and fearfully inform you that the Prophet’s resting place has collapsed.

We are arduously clearing the ruins; I vow to swiftly ascertain the safety of the Saint’s Tomb and the Prophet’s remains, then report further.

Once again, I offer you my highest respect and earnest prayers, may the supreme Holy Sun soon dispel the world’s sorrows and calamities.

The Holy Sun and Prophet’s loyal and humble servant.

Great Priest of the Seryan Diocese.

Alek Hansel Auroxia.”

…

Time flows like water, slowly streaming.

As the year drew to a close, the winter of Orland Calendar 674 feels colder than ever.

The climate anomaly that deviates from past years brought large-scale snowfall, falling again in the usually milder central region of the Western Continent.

Inside Avalon Castle, listening to the crackling firewood in the fireplace and the whistling wind outside the window, Leon paused his pen at his desk.

He scrutinized the ink that had not yet dried, noting the documented past, and knitted his brows.

Father, Mother, Sister…

even the lazy cat at home…

each memory is so vivid, yet every face seems so distant.

He understands, crossing to this Otherworld, indeed physically very far.

Yet awakening in that cage was just two years ago; why does he feel like flipping through ancient and distant volumes?

Olivia arrived behind Leon, draping him with a thick coat against the cold.

“Still not sleeping?”

The girl leaned on Leon’s shoulder, chin resting, curiously gazing at the words on the paper from the other’s “homeland.”

“…Some things are remembered very clearly but seem like they happened long ago.

I want to recall more about my homeland so I don’t accidentally forget the past one day.”

Leon turned his head, smiling at the girl with concerned eyes.

“…Another world, truly unimaginable, no wonder you tell so many interesting stories.

Then what should I call you in the future?

Is it Leon, or…

Li Ang?” Olivia tilted her head, curiously asking.

“Either is fine; after all, in Felu Language they sound similar.

I’m always myself, won’t change with different names.

Call me whatever you feel comfortable with.” Leon shrugged.

“Hmm, now that you mention it.” Olivia got up and hugged Leon tightly around the neck: “You’ve never told me these things before; why suddenly reveal them all to me recently?”

Leon pat the girl’s arms encircling him, replying helplessly: “Not intentionally hiding, just things kept coming up, often forgetting about it.”

“Besides, it’s just two or three days until our wedding.

Why hide my origins from my own wife?

Knowing everything about you, yet keeping things from you is too unfair.” Leon turned back, his face exuding subtle joy.

“Hmm~♪” Hearing this, Olivia sweetly grinned, tightening her embrace around him.

….

Perhaps it was going through unimaginable terrifying hardships together, since that day she wanted to stick close to her lover all the time, as if afraid to lose him…..

Closing the notebook, Leon coaxed the girl back to bed before getting up to the main castle bedroom.

In front of the ancient glass window preserved by the Spiritual Field, he stretched his arms and was about to pull up the newly hung heavy curtains.

Watching the snowflakes outside dance to the winter night’s musical breeze, he stared dazedly at the white reflecting the tower’s firelight.

A peculiar feeling left him momentarily lingering before the silvery world outside.

…

Rubbing his head, Leon shook it, wondering if his mind was struck by the Horror Demon in Rolannar, still suffering from aftereffects.

Now, it is the 12th of November, Orland Calendar 674.

Only less than three days until the wedding prepared for him and Olivia.

And it has been seven or eight months since the Alliance dispersed the Spiritual Field in Rolannar, vanquishing the Demons and Undead within.

However, this is merely how it seems to outsiders.