Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 619 - 619 292 After the War_2

619: Chapter 292: After the War_2 619: Chapter 292: After the War_2 Despite the friendly and approachable smile on the face of this son of the West Border Duke, Leon always felt that this smile and gaze were inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

“As for Acro, he has just gone out; I have arranged for him to go to another town for official duties.” Leon pointed to the stairs behind him.

Of course, this was a lie.

At this time, if Acro wasn’t giving Brandon his morning lessons, he would probably be reading in the Mage Tower hidden by the Magic Veil.

However, this could not be disclosed to Count Ackman.

The reason he chose to construct the Magic Academy around that ancient Mage Tower was precisely to conceal the existence of that secret location, so that, in the future, they could better obscure the comings and goings at the Mage Tower from the eyes of outsiders.

“Oh, I see.

Well, it seems I’ll only have the chance to get acquainted with His Highness Allen Del at the banquet you are hosting.”

Ackman showed deep regret.

His bulky physique could no longer bear the cold at this height, so he tightened the cloak around him and bid farewell, descending from the high platform.

Leon watched the Duke’s son leaving hurriedly.

After confirming that there was no one around the construction site, he approached the illusion of a cliff created by the Magic Barrier and cast a spell to step inside.

Walking into the hall of the Mage Tower, Leon bowed to the empty Mage Throne.

After giving a symbolic salute to the mysterious gray-haired mage who had given him the Netti Card, Leon entered the right side of the hall corridor and boarded the elevator that Kovis had repaired.

With the clattering of chains and a click, he arrived at the large library and met the young curator of his personal think tank.

Kovis was wearing a tight-fitting leather knight’s vest, but he had draped a large-sleeved mage’s robe over it like a coat.

With the enchanted long sword on his waist, to be honest, Leon thought he looked neither like a mage nor like a knight; the appearance was somewhat like a Jedi Knight.

Hearing the sound of the elevator outside the library, the golden-haired youth put down his book, stood up from behind the table, and greeted Leon as he walked in.

“Good morning, my lord.”

“Didn’t you go to give Little Gold Coin his lessons today?” Leon asked, puzzled.

Kovis shook his head: “I’ve recently gotten some leads on how to manufacture those magic power ‘detectors’ from the Ancient Mage Empire.

I need to focus on research, and since your wedding is approaching, I simply gave the kid a few days off to study at home.”

Leon nodded, moved closer to Acro, and glanced at the ancient Magic Guidebook he was perusing.

It discussed the principles of detecting the spiritual frequency of creatures and the magic element circulation system.

Kovis was researching what would become the most important thing for the Avalon Magic Academy in the future.

It was an ancient instrument used to find individuals with hidden magical talents among human non-magical folk.

Leon remembered that this was also…

yes, also the reason why he confidently accepted the task of establishing the Magic Academy in front of Lydwen III back then.

…?

He set aside the strange feeling in his heart and then brought up Ackman, who had been wandering around the construction site.

“Just as I was coming over, I ran into the young master of the Sea Dragon Family, Count Ackman, that Duke’s son from West.

He seemed very interested in the Eastern Continent and wanted to chat with you.”

Kovis recalled the noble who had come to Avalon with Princess Ines for the lord’s wedding banquet and couldn’t help but frown, showing a wry smile.

“That Lord Ackman…

I’ve been avoiding him these past couple of days, my lord.

I’m not speaking ill behind his back, but that lord might not be interested in the local customs of the Eastern Continent…

but rather…

more interested in how to get me into his bed.”

—Ah?!

Leon almost choked, nearly having air stuck in his throat.

“…You’re saying that guy is like Pilireno?”

Leon coughed twice, immediately frowning.

He believed Acro wouldn’t speak without basis if he wasn’t sure of the facts.

Kovis sighed and nodded: “Lord Ackman’s gaze is very…

Moreover, he also tried to subtly ask about my relationship with you, which made me so angry that I wanted to throw a glove at him.

This guy may not be as malicious as Pilireno, but his preferences are twisted in the same way.

Haven’t you noticed that his attendants all look quite ‘special’?”

Hearing this, Leon patted his friend’s shoulder: “Leave it to me.

I’ll talk to Ines about it, and make sure that guy doesn’t bother you anymore.”

After saying this, he no longer disturbed Acro, who was engrossed in researching the ancient magical instruments.

“Remember to go back for lunch.

Don’t be like you were recently, hiding in the tower and ignoring food and rest.”

Leon ruffled the boy’s golden hair and then left to find the Third Princess, so she could properly warn the creepy guy eyeing Kovis.

…

Leaving the Mage Tower, Leon found several Holy War Knights, who were strolling in the middle district and hailing from the Sea Eagle Knights of West Bay County.

He asked them about Ines’s whereabouts and learned she had gone to the “Illaril Church” in the lower district.

After expressing his thanks, he hurried there.

From a distance, he could see in one corner of Avalon Castle, a brand new temple-like Holy Hall stood, similar to the style of the Holy Sun Church, yet significantly different.

The towering spire, the simple sun disk relief, and the sharp flying buttress lines supported the walls, which were unadorned but dignified and solid.

This Holy Hall, dedicated to the ancient prophet Illaril, was not entirely built by Leon but was mostly funded by Avalon and constructed using the funds rewarded from the Undead War by the Holy Lake Knights.

The Illaril Knights, from an initial size of a thousand, dwindled to fewer than four hundred after the war.