Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 726: 338: Sword and Poetry_2

Chapter 726: Chapter 338: Sword and Poetry_2

If there is a way to go to such an extent, why would Lady Aphrodite need to create the Netti Card?

After all, I’m a spellcaster who even finds it difficult to be evaluated in the True Position, yet I can recklessly activate this magic. Wouldn’t it be more challenging for the Great Mage, who can create miracles?

“…If according to the method you weighed, Olivia.

If to change the fate of a few people in Selva Village, we must pay the price of tens of millions dying again.

Then what is the cost the entire world paid to change the destiny of everyone on this earth?

What is on the other end of the scale?

What was sacrificed in the original fate to exchange for the future where the magic disaster no longer exists?

I don’t know if you can recall the warning in the Magic Guidebook.

But the Dragon of the Dead Sea… cannot tolerate tens of millions of the dead trampling on the Life and Death Law, returning to the world without cost.

No magic in the world can reach such a level, my Netti Card merely confines their souls to be recalled.

This outcome can’t be changed even by the miracle of Lady Aphrodite.

If you firmly believe, at this moment, that this is the fate that has been altered.

Then you should know that behind it may have been a cost unimaginable to us mere mortals.

At least, let’s try to explore the truth, rather than blindly rushing to the end!”

Leon’s voice echoed amidst the flying sand of the earth.

He never completely trusted all the words of Galliard.

Now, it seems, whether the minstrel held entirely good intentions or not, even the purest altruistic goodwill is essentially a form of self-interest, whether to gain spiritual achievement and satisfaction or for other more practical purposes.

If that mysterious minstrel knows the whole truth, what is the purpose that supports his actions?

Since Galliard doesn’t care much about the change in fate now, was last night’s hint merely sympathy for my current situation?

“You shouldn’t face this burden alone, whether it’s the guilt of letting millions of lives sleep again or clearing up the chaos, we can face it together.” Leon’s deep voice, taking a step forward with a slowly emerging smile in memory, his sharp gaze becoming gentle: “Do you remember the vision you asked me about once?

For all friends to no longer suffer past disasters and misfortunes, for no tragedy to happen again where we see around us… You said you’d stand by my side, helping me achieve such a future.

You promised, whether it be midsummer or harsh winter, whether facing happiness or suffering, you would accompany me until the stars and moon no longer turn.”

Olivia, even if to you it was just a dream, but it is the reality and truth I felt with my soul, I absolutely will not give up bringing you back to my side.”

He walked straight toward her.

The dream like a colorful rainbow flashed through his mind, Olivia’s body froze slightly, a conflicted expression appearing on her face.

An inexplicable fear made her instinctively step back and raise her right arm, spreading her five fingers.

A terrifying arc of light burst out from her hand, the vast magic power continuously drawn from her body, stirring a gale.

“——Back off! I said, this time I won’t hold back!”

She warned, losing control, her left hand silently clenched into a fist beside her, the iron fingers creaking, nearly crushing the steel gloves forged from Moonfall Secret Silver.

“Then go ahead, if you still think it can be measured like this, my life is nothing more than a mere individual, hardly worth mentioning compared to the survival of millions.”

Facing the arriving Magic Wind, Leon did not dodge, raising his hand to grasp Olivia’s wrist guard.

“To me, that wasn’t a dream, I remember every word I spoke.

Olivia, you are my life, if you still remember…

I beg you… let you and your sword return to my side once more.”

As if something struck deeply, her eyes trembled, Olivia’s hand summoning the Holy Sword unconsciously paused for a moment.

Moments of importance and beauty surged into the heart’s abyss, the girl lowered her head, no longer looking straight at that overwhelming love never experienced in this world…

As if a boulder carried for years was slowly cracking, the hesitation in her heart reached its peak at this moment.

After a long struggle, Olivia slowly raised her head.

The determination in her eyes had faded mostly, replaced by… a helpless grievance in the passage of time and…

With eyes red… ——anger?

“Return to your side…..

Then why do you keep leaving me time and again? You bastard!!!”

With her right hand clenched, the light withdrew.

The next instant, in Leon’s last moment of consciousness, he only saw an iron fist rapidly magnifying.

——Bang!

Like a meteor, a left hook landed heavily on Leon’s cheek.

The man’s handsome face slowly dented and twisted beneath the fist.

Breaking through the air, Leon, caught off guard and losing consciousness, spun like a spiral and flew out, raising a cloud of dust…

…

At the top of the main castle tower in Kalantha Fortress.

Galliard let out a whistle.

Sitting sideways on the battlement, he gradually stopped his fingers from plucking the strings, and the melodious tune slowly faded into the wind.

He clicked his tongue with regret.

“Why didn’t they fight… If you want to ride two boats, you have to at least make it a bloody affair for it to be spectacular…

Oh well, if there’s no bitter brew, sweet and sour fruit wine can serve as a farewell feast… it’s still alright.”

Galliard looked up towards the silhouette at the top of the battlement: “…Seems like, after all this time, it’s finally time for our farewell.”

At the top of the battlement.

A figure identical to Galliard sat on the outside, legs dangling and gently swaying.

That “Galliard” looked down, his melancholic eyes gazing at him with deep longing.

“Hiss… Don’t use my appearance to stare at me like that, it makes me feel like I have some strange fetish.” Galliard took off his feathered hat, his brows forming an eight and his beard quivering.

“Hmm….”

In response to a soft, drawn-out sound, the figure so similar to the Minstrel gradually settled from a disdainful smile to a peaceful expression, as if melting away like snow.

The illusions of the past slowly faded away.

Silver strands of hair fluttered in the autumn wind.

The tips of two elegant, petite dragon horns refracted a rainbow-like halo under the sunlight.

A pair of crimson vertical pupils looked at the figure buried in memories, as if to eternally engrave the poet’s appearance in memory.

The silver-haired woman with dragon horns finally spoke softly: “So this time, it’s truly a final farewell, Galliard.”

“Don’t say it so heartbreakingly, Seraltya.”

Galliard lifted an everlasting smile and plucked the strings once more.

“As long as you sing for me among the stars, I will always be by your side.”

…

……

Uncertain how much time had passed.

Leon opened his eyes.

Unfamiliar…

Ceiling…

Hmm, and the burning pain on his right cheek.

As if someone had struck him hard with a War Hammer, his head was still buzzing.

Olivie’s iron fist gradually came to his mind.

Leon slowly propped himself up, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

If it weren’t for his current physique, an ordinary person would have had their head burst open like a watermelon.

But the Big Lion did hold back after all; otherwise, the bones in his face wouldn’t be intact as they are now.

“Idiot, riding out alone so gallantly, only to be carried back with a pig’s head…

It’s the first time I’ve seen you look so embarrassing.”

Little Ines, sitting by the bedside, poked Leon’s swollen cheek.

The girl’s prodding made Leon take a sharp intake of breath.

Across from him, Queen Ines slightly furrowed her brow and snapped away Princess Ines’ small hand.

Leon glanced sideways, seeing Little Ines glare angrily at Big Ines, her mouth opening as if to say something, but suddenly stopped.

In a corner of this recovery room.

An unmissable glow was flowing.

At the end of the long handle held with both hands, the Flame Sun Wheel adorned the center of the golden Cross Sword Guard.

The elegant, shining blade, impervious to any material, emitted a hazy radiance even in the shadows.

The Sun Holy Sword leaned quietly against the wall, like any ordinary decor.

Following Leon’s gaze, Queen Ines sighed.

“When we found you, the Holy Sword was thrown on you, you did it.”

“…”

Leon nodded silently, Olivie had shown her stance, and the tension in his heart finally began to ease.

No matter how Galliard phrased it.

I finally obtained the key that might restore everything.