Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 725: 338: Sword and Poetry

Chapter 725: Chapter 338: Sword and Poetry

The prepared words sank into Leon’s heart.

“I thought such a serious injury would at least keep you off the battlefield for a long time, but next time, whether you’re ready or not, I won’t hold back.” Having said that, Olivia turned and left.

“Where’s Lena?” Leon raised his voice: “…..Hawk, Aunt Milia, those who should have survived in Selva, and Uncle Brian, don’t you want to restore their fate where they weren’t met with disaster?”

He truly had no other cards left to play.

Seeing Olivia pause at his words, Leon could only hope this bargaining chip would make her reconsider.

“I, more than anyone, wish they could live.” Olivia turned back: “But I saw that undead magic disaster in my dream… thousands of miles of fertile land turning into a wasteland, the clouded sky covering the southeastern land, almost erasing the traces of people, how many innocents died in that catastrophe.

To restore the fate you know means that now, at this moment, nearly tens of millions currently living in Voslaylia, Sobonitz, Southern Mountain, Roslava, Vilan Valley, Lumansor… would die….

Leon, to let those close to me live, at the cost of millions or even tens of millions of lives, is this fair?”

The girl’s gaze and questioning left Leon speechless.

Remembering Olivia’s past choice between the meaning of vengeance… Unexpectedly, the belief in letting justice override personal likes and dislikes has now become a chasm between them.

But at this moment, Leon was sure that no matter how much the girl in front of him changed, she was still herself.

Olivia looked up at the rising sun in the sky.

“Nowadays, in this world, there is no so-called Cursed Land from those dreams, nor are there those terrifying ‘Spirit Realm Demons,’ nor is there the Land of the Dead entrenched in the south.

The path to ending the cycle of strife on earth is right in front of me, having gone through so much over the years…now, I must continue to walk to the end of this destiny. As you, who once swore the legendary vow of chivalry, should understand what the right choice is.”

Under the dazzling sunlight, the girl’s emerald eyes lowered, clinging to the blurry dream… but when the sun rises, dreams must end.

“That is not right!”

Hearing the other’s straightforward and stern denial made Olivia pause, involuntarily looking up.

Leon met that scrutinizing gaze, a sincere look gradually revealed a sigh: “Deciding right from wrong by the number of people is not right, it is just a kind of helplessness.”

Seemingly recalling what the Northern Hero spoke of belief, years of being a Ranger made Leon somewhat nostalgic.

“Ranger Knights don’t make such calculated assessments, as Sir Greenshine said, in his eyes, one person and a thousand, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands of people, or even more, have no difference in importance.

And even if sending one person who shouldn’t die to die can save millions, Ranger Knights should never do it. What we should do is not to choose the lesser of two evils, but to ensure that the forced choice between two evils never happens from the start, addressing the real dilemmas and issues.

Of course… having already violated the Rangers’ oath, I am no longer qualified to talk about their beliefs.

However——”

Having realized the impact of the choice last night, Leon almost didn’t hesitate.

“Olivia, we are still not qualified to become Saints who decide the fate of all living beings, nor are we Gods who can protect all things!

No matter which path of fate I walk, I will always choose to prioritize protecting those around me whom I most want to guard.

I cannot fairly and selflessly nurture all beings in the world like the sun, be it millions or tens of millions!

If I could save Lena, Uncle Brian, and them from this tragic end, even if it meant sending those who avoid dying today back to the Dead Sea, I would still choose to save my loved ones around me.

Does saving those around us mean we must personally kill millions? Then saving millions, doesn’t it mean we must personally kill those still alive around us?”

The earnest words struck Olivia’s reason and logic like a sharp sword… she frowned slightly, and a faint, hard-to-notice wave flashed in her eyes, shaking her current determination for the first time.

“But all this has already happened.”

“That’s only true for you! To me, why should changing the monstrous evil cause of millions of deaths require my living relatives and friends to die as sacrifices?

Making those we should have protected bear the cost for the sins committed by the disaster’s leaders?… Isn’t this absurd!!”

Almost shouting in a reproachful tone, Leon then took a long breath, with no confusion in his eyes.

Only after the other mentioned the Spiritual Field and those malevolent demons, Leon had deep doubts about what Galliard had said.

Everything concerning the destruction of Lorelette Civilization does not exist; had that ancient civilization not perished in decay, how could it have become the excavation ruins of the Athias Empire? What unavoidable disaster did that fate in Lorelette encounter? Or did it, like the giant dragons, Helarn Dwarves, and Isulan Elves, successively flee this world entirely?

A mage civilization as powerful as a God dissipated over thousands of years always has its cause, and whichever it is, none would weigh lighter than the disasters brought by Spiritual Field and demonization.

Moreover, even someone as powerful as Lady Aphrodite, a Great Mage, had to make a pact with the Dragon of the Dead Sea to completely call upon the souls of the departed from the Dead Sea, undertaking some enormous unknown cost using a Netti Card to achieve it.

Could such magic in the Royal Palace truly reverse and reconstruct the life and death fates of all who ever existed on this land throughout history?