Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 629 - 629 295 The Oath of the Melting Snow_3

629: Chapter 295: The Oath of the Melting Snow_3 629: Chapter 295: The Oath of the Melting Snow_3 At this point, the girl sneaked a glance at Leon, whose expression was unapologetic, biting her lower lip and hesitating for a moment.

The sense of security from being in the bridal chamber and in her husband’s embrace gave Olivia the courage to be honest.

“Actually, on the day you saved me, when you opened your face mask…

I already…”

The girl glanced away, muttering quietly.

If it hadn’t been for the affection that had developed, why else would she have brought him back to her room and given up her own bed?

However, Olivia decided to keep to herself the silly act of pinching his face while he was asleep after he carried him back to the room that day.

“…Was it then…?”…

Leon was a bit surprised, then slightly puzzled, “But that day, when I risked my life to return and save you…

Azeryan and Lokhak also came.

Why, later on, did you only choose me?”

Upon hearing this, Olivia looked up from Leon’s embrace, staring at her suddenly dim-witted husband wordlessly.

“Before that day, I hadn’t spoken more than a dozen sentences with Azeryan or Lokhak.

Although they were polite, their eyes had a hidden gloom that seemed stinging, unlike you during those days, who were talkative, sharing endless peculiar anecdotes…

and even making jokes to cheer me up…

After you all saved me that day, I indeed regarded them as my most important friends and benefactors, but to be honest, even after Selva’s disaster ended for a long period, I knew nothing about Azeryan and Lokhak’s past and secrets.

Only you, this ill-intentioned rascal, poured out your words like beans.”

“…I see.” Leon realized.

Indeed, although he had inherited the memories left by the original owner, and sympathized with the predicament of the hunter’s son, since he hadn’t personally experienced the tragedy, his mood was far brighter compared to his two companions who hadn’t yet escaped their pain.

Lokhak had a severe self-destructive tendency before rescuing Elena.

Azeryan’s thoughts were always deep, aside from trusting and being honest with himself, he wouldn’t easily connect with people like himself, heartlessly.

…Unexpectedly, his few days of rambling about everything turned out to leave a deep impression on Olivia.

“I remember you mentioned…

Arthur…

or…

Altoria…

right?”

Olivia’s cheeks felt scorching as she spoke.

“Hmm?”

Leon snapped out of his memories, looking at the girl in his arms.

Olivia’s cheeks felt as if they’d been scorched by fire, yet even the real blaze couldn’t match the burning heat she felt now.

“…Our…

child.”

The girl lowered her head, snuggled into her husband’s embrace, her small face buried sullenly against his chest.

An unstoppable grin curved on Leon’s face.

Within this curve lay pure greed and mischief.

Yet it was also their mutual sweet happiness.

“Yes, our child.”

…Moonlight blurred into silver spots between the curtains.

Fingers sinking into the thin gauze, like lifting the first thaw of spring water.

Ebony tapping out the rhythm of the tide, scattered gold cascades like waves of wheat covering interlocked fingers tightly.

A copper bell by the window quivered lightly.

Knocking down the decorative iris petals adorning the canopy.

…

As the first rays of the sun once again cast their fuzzy glow…

Morning mist poured into the room.

A night of crooning gradually faded.

Leon’s palm rested on Olivia’s sweat-dampened lower back, absent-mindedly tracing the curve of her spine.

Olivia caught the hand tickling her lower back, brought it to the front to wrap around herself, then leaned back as her body pressed against Leon’s chest.

Leon hugged the girl feigning sleep tightly, and his gaze wandered toward the window.

Suddenly, he softly asked:

“Olivia…

if given a chance, would you want revenge?”

Though he knew the girl’s attitude, this was a question he had never asked when he lacked power.

But now, he was increasingly capable of achieving certain things.

The lazy girl opened her eyes, tightened the grip on the back of her husband’s hand, but remained clear-headed.

Both were powerful Knights of Valor, so one night wouldn’t leave them exhausted.

“…I don’t know what happened back then, nor can I discern right from wrong now.

All I know is that the civil war supposedly killed so many people.”

Olivia turned around, her foot pressing against Leon’s calf, nestled in the crook of his arm.

“Last year…

the war between Orland and Kantadar, the war with the Undead, claimed many lives.

Too many people have already died in this world, Leon, perhaps more died that year than in the past hundred years.” The girl looked up at her husband.

“If Lydwen III, as they say, were as incompetent and tyrannical as my father whom I never met, then I would raise my sword against him, and I believe you would surely help set things right.

But if he fulfills his duty as King, governing Orland peacefully and prosperously, then I wouldn’t wish for more lives to be lost over meaningless matters.

A child takes over a decade to grow up, several decades to live a lifetime, whereas thousands upon thousands dying in the flames of war can happen with a mere instant’s decision.

Revenge for my family…

I believe, is a meaningless endeavor for those brave warriors.”

Looking at the solemn girl with green eyes before him, Leon couldn’t help but feel an immense surge of pride.

He also realized it — Olivia now possessed a strong heart capable of accepting anything.

Some truths Olivia is destined to know and surely will…

“After spring, this time going to Oran, we’ll go together.”