Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 728: 340: The Royal Palace's Secret Ritual

Chapter 728: Chapter 340: The Royal Palace’s Secret Ritual

Early morning of the next day.

Leon and the two Ines rode away from the town with only a few followers.

They found a desolate open field, where the commotion caused by the Sun Holy Sword wouldn’t disturb anyone in this secluded place.

Leon dismounted and walked far away, spreading his hands.

He recited ancient words to summon the Holy Sword.

Suddenly, dust and stones rose into the air, trees and grass bowing like obedient servants.

Reflecting the sun wheel emerging from the eastern sky, amidst the intense vibration of the ground and air, the Sun Holy Sword manifested, gathering its sacred spectral light.

The rushing sand clattered down like a torrential downpour, the distant warhorses rearing and neighing, taking a long while to be calmed by Agatha and other knights.

Holding the sword horizontally, gazing at the blade’s reflection, Leon recalled the unfamiliar name mentioned by Olivia during her visit yesterday.

…According to Olivia, who hesitated, it was the name of the mentor in her dream who taught her and Kovis magic in a certain high tower.

High tower…perhaps it referred to Aphrodite’s Tower in Avalon.

But for himself… where did this magic mentor come from?

Inheriting Aphrodite’s residence, library, and workshop, from a thousand years ago, this Miss Nedy might be considered his master whom he has never met.

And Kovis, who guided him onto the path of magic, exploring magic science together, being both a friend and teacher, could also count as half a mentor.

Speaking of which, perhaps the ghost of the white-bearded old mage, who taught him to make a simple Pathfinder to escape the Nightmare Forest, is also a teacher?

But… who is Lola?

Upon persistent questioning yesterday, Olivia, through intense reflection, could only recall vaguely that it seemed to be a white-haired woman.

But Leon was sure that since he came here, he hadn’t seen any white-haired woman.

Given his… ahem… if he had seen any white-haired woman, it would certainly be impossible to forget.

Despite everything being strange so far, Leon still found it particularly peculiar.

Originally, for Olivia to gradually remember another life’s memories like himself, the ritual initiator of the Array, was already baffling enough.

But now, what she dreams of isn’t even her original fate?

Could it be another possibility besides the two already known destinies?

Leon shook his head in helpless contemplation.

Perhaps this explanation could make sense, considering the enormous discrepancy here, even the Purple Bauhinia Fortress has become a ruin.

Even if somewhere, in the mage tower, instead of encountering the magical remnant of Lady Aphrodite, he met some other ancient mage and became a disciple, it wouldn’t be impossible.

After all, in this fate, his instructor is still Sir Glenn Soren.

However, realizing there might be other pasts and futures, Leon felt a vague worry.

If the Holy Sword couldn’t restore fate and instead randomly transitioned the entire world again, they truly wouldn’t know when they could return to their original path.

Looking sideways, he saw Ines approaching, and Leon lowered the Holy Sword.

“What should we do next?”

Princess Ines crossed her arms, tilted her head, and looked at the ancestral relic in Leon’s hands: “According to the poet’s words, I’m the one who directly or indirectly observes the present fate, picking it up from the so-called ‘Dream of the Great Group’. So now, what should I do to reset everything?”

Equally troubled by the elusive poet not explaining clearly, Leon raised the sword and said solemnly, “I will try to explore the magic in this sword; perhaps it can serve as some key.”

Focusing his concentration, he probed the magic system within, through the bond established with the Holy Sword.

His consciousness seemed to dive into a deep, unfathomable ocean of light spots, Leon filtered out the untraceable but intricate system, identifying the principles recognizable by what he studied in Ancient Gloriette Magic “Magic Technique Study,” searching for any “technique collection” within the weapon that might be unrelated to combat.

The Sun Magic Pattern on the back of his hand glowed increasingly bright, but Leon’s dark eyes remained engrossed in another sense and mage’s vision.

What was first observable, and most prominently, was the Holy Sword’s primary attack mechanism.

Even if he didn’t understand the intricate and profound magic system, gradually from its “shape,” Leon could barely guess it was the “Light Cannon” Olivia used to destroy a city with one blow.

It wasn’t hard, just like someone familiar with firearms, even without understanding the structure and principles of cannons and missiles, could judge their purpose from appearances.

Unfortunately, Leon wasn’t like the Big Lion, able to unleash two shots a day and continue fighting fiercely.

With his limited magic power reserve, he probably couldn’t fire even the smallest output.

But currently, his mind wasn’t on that.

Engulfed in analysis and complex calculations, a mage in focused concentration, awareness became almost meditative, hours passing by like ten minutes.

Yet the two Ines waited patiently beside him.

Agatha laid down rugs for the “two” masters to rest, Queen Ines whispered secrets to her three-year younger self, with a serious expression giving instructions.

Little Ines’ eyes grew wider.

And beside them, Agatha and Treya, blushing halfway through listening, quietly walked farther apart.

As time ticked by, finally, at noon with the sun high, Leon suddenly lifted his head, joy spreading over his gradually soothed features.

“I actually found it!”

Consciousness reached the end of a labyrinthine pathway, discovering a particularly abrupt “airy round courtyard” attached to the original complete magical structure outside.

In this irregular structure, unmatched by other technique collections, right in the center, was the very lower-level ritual structure he witnessed that day at the Holy Sword Courtyard.

The countless activation points, dazzling and dizzying, remained as they were.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this magic itself was operating on the massive magic power within the Holy Sword, requiring no additional energy activation.

Everyone looked over, and unable to explain, Leon simply attempted to activate the magical ceremony hidden in the Holy Sword.

Inverting the sword blade, Leon inserted the Holy Sword into the ground following the projected image of the technique collection, invoking the ancient secret magic the sword contained.

In an instant, the blade of the Sun Holy Sword, countless brilliant magic patterns, flowed into the earth like a torrent, the complex lines crazily extending and spreading around.

Phantom-like contours of the magic pattern formation projected a vast illusion over the land.

The expanded magic array was unexpectedly immense, unfurling layer by layer, stretching endlessly.

The two Ines instinctively hid behind Leon, marveling at the hazy outlines and patterns around them, even the sunlight seemed subtly obscured.

Once the entire magical domain finally ceased to expand.

Leon supported the sword handle, surveying the surroundings.

The phantom of magic patterns etched on the land stirred a vaguely familiar sensation in his heart.

But even more familiar with the environment and structure outlined by the shimmering patterns, Ines looked around in a hushed exclamation.

“Is this….. Oran Palace?”

Raised in court, both Ines simultaneously recognized this massive magical formation as almost identical to the main structure of the Royal Palace.

And at this moment, the position where the Sun Holy Sword stood was exactly where the stone base sealing the treasure sword had been for millennia.

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