Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 727: 339: Lady Lola?

Chapter 727: Chapter 339: Lady Lola?

Sitting in the room, holding the legendary item that remains as new as ever despite its ancient past, Leon flipped the sword body, gently stroking the blade as he observed the magnificent Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword.

If it were an ordinary weapon, he would naturally avoid touching the blade directly, but this Holy Sword, having endured a thousand years without rusting, could certainly endure being touched without any damage to its material.

Weighing this rather heavy great sword in his hand, he thought about how the Thorny Blade acquired in the Nightmare Forest was considered Blue Armor, and how the sword in his hand could be a divine weapon like the Curry Stick from some story in his previous life, with a name that might shine in purple brilliance or golden splendor.

But now, although he truly admires the majesty and ferocity of this Holy Sword, he is more concerned about how to utilize the Anchor Source mentioned by Galliard to restore the world’s destiny.

Should he recite some spell?

Standing up, Leon intended to repeat the ancient words Olivia had recited when they sparred previously.

Given Olivia’s demeanor, she definitely wouldn’t recite a line when slashing at someone; she would act directly. So, the ancient words that sounded like a spell should have had real command significance, like calling out the Magic Wand Garner.

Afraid he would accidentally destroy the house with some effect, Leon put down the blade and stepped onto the balcony, leaping into the secluded courtyard below.

He raised the sword blade, mobilizing the magic power within him to try to establish a connection with the Holy Sword in his hand.

However, unable to find the magic technique port to intervene, Leon had to tentatively chant the spell.

“…Watch me, my sun…” he sincerely said this phrase in Ancient Lorelette Language.

But after waiting for a while.

Aside from the chilly wind blowing through the yard, the Holy Sword showed no reaction.

“—Sunset, my sun!”

…still useless.

After trying several sentence structures and probing multiple times, he put down the sword somewhat helplessly.

Unable to establish a connection with the Holy Sword, unsure if it had a specific activation magic technique responsive to the spell, and unsure if it could be activated by spells alone.

Or perhaps only Gervin’s lineage could awaken it?

Or does it require Ines as the Anchor Source to use it?

He would have to try again tomorrow.

Big Ines had just relaxed from battle events, and Little Ines seemed not to have slept well during the period he was knocked out. Earlier, he saw both Ines, with tired faces, obviously lacking rest, and just managed to coax them back to their rooms to rest, so he didn’t want to disturb them now.

Carrying the great sword in his left hand, he turned to head back to his room, looking up at the balcony he had just jumped from, Leon froze.

On the eaves of the mansion, someone was quietly sitting there.

Despite wearing a short cloak, hooded, in a white corset top and easy-to-move brown leather pants and boots, the platinum patterned armor was nowhere to be seen.

But Leon immediately recognized the person’s identity from the extremely familiar figure.

“Olivia!?” he called out in surprise.

Removing the hood, Olivia stood up and jumped down.

The landing of her boots was so light that it was almost soundless.

Looking up at the man in front of her, the girl succinctly replied, “…Just now.”

Leon felt awkward.

“Did you see it all?”

Those back-and-forth attempts reciting cringeworthy lines… Luckily, he hadn’t acted childishly enough to shout something like EX Curry Stick.

Olivia nodded lightly.

“I guessed you might not be able to use this sword, so I came to see… If you can’t do it, then I will still take it back in the future.”

Saying so, she raised her right hand, showing her wrist without arm armor to the other party.

With a subtle movement of magic power, on her fair wrist’s surface, a Flame Sun pattern of Demon Rune suddenly gleamed as if seeping from the skin.

“You might be missing this tattoo-like strange thing. When I held the sword, it appeared on my hand by itself, but I don’t know what it is, nor do I understand how to transfer this pattern to you along with the Ancestor’s Sword.”

Eyeing the Flame Sun pattern emerging on Olivia’s wrist, Leon choked back an old remark in his throat.

That overwhelming sense of déjà vu like a Command Spell… Is it a coincidence?

When he found the Magic Wand Garner in the Mage Tower, he thought Lady Aphrodite might be a senior transmigrator after all.

The Ancient Magic Gun resembling the Spear of Courage Solari other than being silver in color was likely a coincidence.

But now, this Sun Holy Sword in his hand, even though it looked entirely different from the famous weapon in that work.

Yet with its features as a Stone Sword and Light Cannon, and now seeing the Demon Rune on Olivia’s hand.

Even if there’s a convergence of probability, aren’t there too many coincidences?

Honestly, if someone told him now about fellow transmigrators from the Lorelette Civilization, Leon wouldn’t be surprised.

“Can I have a look?” he asked.

At his words, Olivia extended her hand toward him.

Leon put down the great sword on his shoulder, habitually cradling Olivia’s palm.

Unable to use Magic Perception on her body, he did not think much, but lowered his head, leaning close to observe the magic technique patterns swirling in the glow of the Demon Rune with the naked eye.

Feeling the slight stiffening of the small hand in his palm, Leon abruptly realized…

It seemed like on this path of fate, this was perhaps the first time he had “held hands” with her?

He sneaked a glance at Olivia’s reaction.

Seeing her calm expression, showing no inclination to repeat domestic violence, Leon quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Settling his mind, he began to contemplate how to attempt transferring the magic pattern from his wife’s hand.

Then the Sun Wheel pattern suddenly began to flicker with flow light.

His wrist burned, like a hot iron branding deep into the bones, and the magic pattern instantly appeared on Leon’s wrist.

Looking at the shifted Flame Sun Wheel, he couldn’t help but be surprised.

…That’s all it took???

Gazing at the Sun Holy Sword he gripped with his left hand, experiencing the mysterious connection established with the deep and immeasurable internal magic system in the blade, Leon felt a stirring in his heart.

The Holy Sword radiated sunlight, instantly flashing and vanishing from his hand.

Just like Garner’s Elemental State, Leon looking at the gradually fading Demon Rune on his wrist, could feel the Sun Holy Sword staying with him.

“…It seems, it can’t be taken back anymore.”

Seeing the Ancestor’s Sword disappear from Leon’s hand, Olivia softly said, but her tone showed not the slightest sense of loss.

Leon came back to his senses, shaking his head: “If I still can’t change everything, I can return it to you.”

“As you please…” Olivia replied indifferently, saying then lowered her eyes. “I’ve given you both the sword and the insignia, and you can also chant the ancient spell, so… can you let go of me?”

Leon awoke suddenly, hastily releasing the small hand he had been holding in his palm.

Tightening her fingers slightly, Olivia’s gaze swept over her own palm, she retracted her arm and turned to leave.

Watching her back, Leon felt reluctant, but after much thought, he still restrained the urge to ask her to stay.

At present, he lacked the standing to ask her to stay by his side. No matter how much he missed her over these almost two months, Olivia’s identity was after all not his lover now.

“By the way…” Olivia halted her steps, reminded without turning her head: “Try to avoid summoning it in non-combat environments… Every time it appears, it stirs things into chaos around, you’ve seen it.”

Recalling the gravity anomaly resembling vision during the last encounter, Leon nodded: “Thank you for the reminder, I’ll remember it.”

After hearing that, Olivia still made no move, stood stationary in her place.

After a long time, Leon finally heard her voice as quiet as a mosquito.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“Though like a dream, I clearly swore to protect you, even entrusted by Lady Lora, vowed with utmost conviction…”

Leon sighed upon hearing this.

“No need to apologize, I’ve too forgotten my vow to you on this journey. If I could redo it, even if you loathed me, I absolutely wouldn’t have left you at the start.”

Destiny was capricious; just a simple difference led them along diverging paths that grew farther apart.

But….

“Who is Lady Lora?”

Leon asked in confusion.

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