Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 622 - 622 293_2

622: Chapter 293_2 622: Chapter 293_2 Entering the inner hall where precious relics of the Holy War Knights were displayed, Leon saw Ines, standing before a niche altar, observing a large silver cup.

Guard Agatha held the exquisite cotton ceremonial hat removed by the princess, standing by her side.

The main priest who managed the Holy Hall was introducing the sacred lake water held within the silver cup to Princess of Orland.

Ines listened quietly to the tales of the Holy Lake and the divine nature of the lake water within the Holy Grail.

The war had ended more than half a year ago, and this princess had traded in her fine armor worn in the army for her everyday attire as a princess.

However, she was not wearing the grand white gown from the banquet at Archers Castle; after all, palace dresses are inconvenient for travel and lack warmth.

At this moment, she sensibly wore black gloves, a tailored, form-fitting blue velvet blend gown embroidered with golden threads, a purple shawl scarf wrapped around her shoulders and tied at the chest, with black velvet encasing the high collar and cuffs.

Her waist was cinched with a cross fixed silver chain, beneath which the underskirt extended to the calves, revealing a pair of thick-soled short boots suitable for treading snow.

This winter, the climate in the central Western Continent was abnormal, and the little princess who hadn’t trained physically like a Martial Artist didn’t possess such formidable constitution.

If she didn’t dress warmly in deep winter, her frame might get frozen like an ice sculpture.

“Your Highness Ines, Priest Matthias, Sir Agatha.”

Leon greeted them and stepped forward to pay his respects.

Holy Lake Priest paused his narrative, paid his respects, and stepped aside.

Ines gracefully returned the greeting, smiling as she asked, “Mr.

Leon, I presume you are not here merely to visit.

Are you here for something else?”

Leon glanced at the priest and the Princess Guard, considering the reputations of the great nobles involved.

He was reluctant to discuss Ackman’s harassment of Kovis in front of others and hesitated.

He intended to suggest moving to a different location for a private conversation with Ines.

However, the priest saw Leon’s hesitation and took the initiative to bid farewell: “I have another ceremony to preside over.

My Lord knows the stories of the Holy Lake; I entrust you to introduce the tales to Your Highness Ines.”

With Illaril’s patronage over the living saint present, the main priest wasn’t worried about the safety of the lake water, and thus turned and left.

Agatha also tactfully excused herself, leaving the Sacred Artifact Room to guard the outside.

Ines, noticing the quiet chamber left for just the two of them, crossed her arms, touched her chin, and mischievously narrowed her eyes.

“At such an important time~…

should not Mr.

Leon properly accompany Miss Olivia?

Sneaking away for a private meeting, watch out for rumors arising outside~”

Leon chuckled helplessly, waving it off: “Your Highness, please don’t tease me.

The external rumors tarnish my innocence, you know well my upright character.

I am actually here for Count Ackman.”

“Ackman?” Ines raised an eyebrow, quickly deducing the likely reason.

Leon continued: “Count Ackman’s ‘enthusiasm’ has caused some ‘trouble’ for one of my knights.”

He intended to further deliberate on how to phrase this, but Ines had already raised her hand, coldly smirking:

“Mr.

Leon, no need for detailed explanation; I understand.

Rest assured, I guarantee this…

Count Ackman won’t dare disturb your men again.”

Upon hearing the princess speak thus, Leon realized she was well aware of Ackman’s situation, saving him the need for euphemism.

Ines faintly smiled with a hint of apology: “I am sorry to have troubled you at such a time.”

She hadn’t meant to bring that disgraceful individual to Avalon for the banquet.

However, Ackman consistently begged, trying to avoid Duke Vister’s frequent lessons.

Now it seems that the “sea pig” had other motives beyond merely escaping his father.

Ines briefly pondered, deducing who had been harassed.

Perhaps the handsome young knight who rode Stormhawk and presented the Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp blueprints to the king in Magya territory had caught Ackman’s eye back then.

No wonder that fellow shamelessly followed all the way from West Territory.

Leon believed Ines could resolve the matter appropriately and turned to look at the silver holy grail on the altar: “Your Highness is very interested in the legends of the Holy Lake?”

Ines glanced along, nodded: “Certainly, there are many records of Illaril’s legends in Oran’s royal hall ancient texts.

Though Orland neither believes in Holy Sun nor worships the ancient Holy King, the legends suggest our Drakemar family ancestors were seemingly related to him.”

After speaking, Ines curiously asked: “By the way, have you tasted the water within this cup?”

“Taste it?

Your Highness jests.

After triumphantly returning from Rolannar, I wish to live a few more years.” Leon chuckled dryly, shaking his head vigorously.

That clear lake water in the silver cup was beautiful, with a hint of iridescent brilliance.

Besides its visible radiance, being a spellcaster, Leon could distinctly sense the extraordinary power flowing within.

The water contained both surging natural magic and abundant elemental energy.

But there was some unidentifiable power too.

The nature of this power was neither chaos magic from the Spirit Realm nor Life Magic Element, challenging to describe yet with a pure essence.

No wonder the Illaril Knight Order had worshiped the bathwater of the ancient saint for thousands of years; a whole lake like this, with unique and beautiful water, even without Illaril’s legendary endorsement, would spontaneously be revered, leaving behind countless myths.