Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 722: 336 Seraltya_3

Chapter 722: Chapter 336 Seraltya_3

She attempted to use the chill of the autumn wind to cool the chaos in her mind.

Yet, that powerful perception that could withstand ice, fire, and thunder and adapt to countless harsh environments made the chill of autumn hardly stimulating to Olivia’s spirit.

…Those increasingly clear… impossible memories… what on earth are they?

Is it the distant emotions, long suppressed at the bottom of her heart, resurfacing?

Could it be caused by those nagging old ministers repeatedly advising her to take a consort and produce heirs?

She thought she had already let go of those immature affections that had been extinguished before they even sprouted.

That she would actually let the tiger return to the mountain, allowing him to be rescued….. ridiculous… it was simply an insult to the sacrificed soldiers.

Listening to the cheers of the warriors within the fortress, Olivia closed her eyes, silently sinking into remorse.

…. Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

Instantly concealing all wavering, Olivia spoke coldly without turning her head.

“You deceived me, yet you dare come to see me, Minstrel.”

Galliard, who had appeared at the top of the tower at some unknown time, removed his hat and bowed respectfully.

“Your Majesty, you can’t be blaming me~ after all, all information has a shelf life, besides, the outcome didn’t deviate from your expectations, did it.”

The Minstrel, still unfazed, maintained his unhurried demeanor.

“Then, this time you come, are you preparing to spread lies and slander again?” Olivia turned her gaze and spun around.

“No, no~ with all due respect, Your Majesty, I merely came to witness the end of a romantic poem. Such a beautiful story, how could a poet miss it?” Galliard smiled, twirling the curled mustache at his lip.

“…” Olivia frowned, her gaze turning increasingly displeased.

“Here, there are no poems you favor, only killings and sacrifices carried out in the name of righteousness….. evils that all living beings cannot avoid.” The Golden Lion turned back, gazing at the rising smoke from the city fire outside.

“Not entirely~ I can scent the most ‘delicious’ stories.” Galliard followed her gaze, his eyes deep as if seeing through the shroud over all beings: “…. The emotions where courage and conflict, blood and fear collide, though of unique flavor, are ultimately not to my taste, nor my path.”

Olivia once more looked at this….. a month ago, this Minstrel had presented her with the Sun Holy Sword, lost for over a thousand years after the passing of the Dusk Knight, urging her to abandon the eastward and westward expeditions.

“Who exactly are you?”

“I’ve told you many times, I am but a Minstrel, Your Majesty.”

The Golden Lion Queen was unmoved, stating the results of her investigation: “Twenty-two years ago, a Minstrel who performed music at the court helped my pregnant mother escape the Royal Palace without a trace…..

Coincidentally, over a thousand years ago, it seems my ancestor Gervin had similarly invited an ‘existence’ named Galliard to Oran Palace…”

“Oh~… it seems there are many Minstrels willing to help those in distress, truly a model for our kind, and as for a thousand years ago, that’s indeed quite a coincidence, perhaps it was my ancestor? Did I not mention? Perhaps back then, my ancestor was gifted this Divine Sword by that great hero, and as a descendant, I was able to present it to a fitting monarch.”

“Is that so… do I need to remind you, last time you told me you picked up this sword by the roadside in Rolannar?”

Olivia’s emerald eyes scrutinized the mysterious figure before her: “Moreover, what kind of ancestor could be matched with the Dusk Knight…. be referred to among the Felu Gods as ‘Cupid Seraltya’? Master Goliard?”