Knight and Wand

Chapter 290: No Dream, Sunrise

Aurland, 674.

March 26th, Spring.

The sun was shining brightly on the streets of Rolandar, as the Holy Sun Crusaders and laborers all over the city were clearing away the rubble that littered the city.

Alec sat in the only remaining side hall next to the ruins of the Great Temple.

With the help of the sunlight that came through the sunroof, he wrote down the letter to be sent to the Holy See of Dineshion with a rustling sound of his pen tip and deep sorrow and excitement.

"To the Eternally Revered Throne, in the brightness of the Holy Sun, with great humility, I offer my sincere greetings to you, the Oracle of the Word of the Prophet.

A miracle happened, and the scorching sun dispelled the eternal night clouds that covered the earth.

The demonic disaster that broke out in Serian is gradually subsiding, and the army is still clearing out the undead, but the most dangerous moment has passed.

With the help of the legendary 'Holy Sun Envoy', the Vilan Valley County wiped out the invading army of zombies. I am looking for what kind of existence this mysterious winged person who keeps appearing on battlefields everywhere is.

The Lumansol region and the Holy City finally returned to our hands.

But when the vanguard of the Crusaders arrived in Rolandar, a considerable part of the city had already fallen into ruins.

Sadly, no members of the church survived in the city.

According to the heretics of the Holy Lake Sect who recently passed through here on their way back to Dineshien, a righteous man blessed by a prophet led the "Holy War Army" he organized and recaptured the holy city from the ancient enemies.

I will confirm the authenticity of this great deed with the people of Orland and even with the hateful pagan Kantadar.

In addition, I am deeply saddened to inform you that the prophet's resting place has collapsed.

We are still working hard to clear the ruins. I swear to confirm the safety of the saint's tomb and the prophet's remains as soon as possible and report back.

I once again offer you my highest respect and earnest prayers, and hope that the Supreme Holy Sun will dispel the pain and disasters in the world as soon as possible.

A loyal and humble servant of the Holy Sun and the Prophet.

Archbishop of the Diocese of Serrian.

Alek Hansel Oroksia."

Time is like water, flowing slowly.

As the year drew to a close, the winter of the same year, 674 Aland, was colder than any other winter.

The dramatic climate change that was different from previous years caused large-scale snowfall, which had long been unseen in the central part of the western continent, which was supposed to be relatively warm afterwards.

Inside Castle Avalon, listening to the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace and the cold wind blowing outside the window, Leon put down his pen at the desk, holding his forehead.

He frowned as he examined the wet handwriting that recorded the past.

Every memory of his father, mother, sister and even the lazy cat at home was so clear, yet every face seemed so far away. He understood that the alien world he had traveled to was indeed very far away in the physical sense.

But it has only been two years since I woke up in that cage. Where does this feeling of alienation, as if I was flipping through an ancient book, come from?

Olivia came behind Leon and put a thick coat on him to keep out the cold.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

The girl laid on Leon's shoulder with her chin resting on it, and looked curiously at the block words on the paper that said "hometown" of the other party.

".Some things, I remember very clearly, but it seems like a long, long time ago. I want to remember more things about my hometown, so that I won't accidentally forget the past one day."

Leon tilted his head and smiled at the girl with concerned eyes.

".Another world is really hard to imagine. No wonder you can tell so many interesting stories. So what name should I call you in the future? Leon or Leon?" Olivia tilted her head and asked curiously.

"It's all fine. They all sound pretty much the same in Feru anyway. I've always been myself and nothing will change because of a different name. Just call me whichever you're used to." Leon shrugged.

“Well, speaking of which.” Olivia stood up and hugged Leon’s neck tightly: “You never told me these things before, why did you suddenly tell me all of them recently?”

Leon patted the girl’s arms around him and said helplessly: “I didn’t mean to hide it from you, but things happened one after another, and I often forgot about it before.”

"Besides, our wedding is only two or three days away. Why should I hide my background from my wife? I know everything about you. It would be unfair for me to hide anything from you." Leon turned around, a hint of happiness on his face.

"Hmm~" Olivia smiled sweetly when she heard that, and tightened her arms around the other person.

Perhaps because they had experienced unimaginable dangers together, since that day, she wanted to stay with her lover all day long, as if she was afraid of losing him.
Putting away the notebook, Leon coaxed the girl back to bed, then got up and walked to the bedroom in the main castle. He stretched in front of the ancient glass window that had been preserved in a spiritual place, and was about to pull up the newly hung large curtains.

Seeing the snowflakes outside flying with the music of the cold winter night wind, he stared blankly at the white snow reflecting the firelight of the tower.

The strange feeling made him stop and linger in his mind for the snow-covered scenery outside.

Rubbing his head, Leon shook his head, wondering if his brain was damaged by the terrifying demon in Rolandar, and he still had the aftereffects.

Today is November 674, 11 in the Orland calendar.

There were less than three days left before the wedding that Olivia and I were planning. And seven or eight months had passed since the coalition forces dispersed Rolandar's spirit-like field and eliminated the demons and undead within.

But this is how people from outside see it.

In fact, when Leon really entered that nightmarish battlefield, he clearly remembered that the coalition forces only experienced a few hours of bloody fighting.

But when they saw the light of day again and returned to the coalition's frontier stronghold with the exhausted survivors, the time in the outside world had changed from the end of December 673 in the Orland calendar before entering the cursed land to February 12, 674.

In the spiritual-like field that enveloped the Holy City, the flow of time was even more chaotic than the cursed fields he had experienced twice before, with the difference reaching a terrifying three hundred or so times.

Fortunately, I realized this quickly when I entered that spiritual place.

Otherwise, if we stay in the suburbs of the Holy City for too long, even if we can finally expel the spiritual demons in the city, we will not be able to prevent the intersection of planes that Corvis warned us about.

Thinking of the tragic and desperate action a year ago, Leon's eyes dimmed.

Of the 3,500 soldiers who fought bravely for their country, only a few survived to see the sun again.

Only more than 500 warriors survived, and the warnings they made at the time almost came true. Both the Holy War Knights and Heraen's Dwarf Guards suffered heavy casualties.

Lord Gorim Irem, Lord of Steelforge. Sir Greenthorne
Countless comrades, familiar or unfamiliar, who stepped into the battlefield of Holy City, disappeared forever in that nightmarish battle.

With a sigh, Leon slowly withdrew the mourning in his heart.

The funeral of the Union martyrs at Finlaytown was long past.

Time is always the best medicine to heal pain. Those who are still alive must get up from setbacks and move forward.

Moreover, there are still three days left, and when the Ascension Day of Ilarius comes, it will be the most important moment for him and Olivia. He really shouldn't spend such a happy day with a gloomy heart.

However, apart from the sadness after the war, there are indeed many things worth being happy about.

It was already early March of this year when he finished dealing with the important affairs of the coalition forces in Lord Sobornitz and settled the survivors and returned to Avalon with the Knights.

Leon still remembered how excited Azerien was when he came back and saw Miss Raya, who was obviously pregnant.

There is more than one couple who are happy.

After settling down at home, I saw in the report that Ms. Elena approved Miss Sally's absence from classes at the Castle Academy for several months without specifying the reason.

He also wondered why Ms. Elena, who was so conscientious in her duties, had never shown favoritism to her friends in official matters.

After asking, I found out that there was a reason for it. The girl couldn't hide her growing belly, so she could only stay at home and take maternity leave to take care of the baby and avoid rumors.

After all, unlike Azerien and Raya, Miss Sally did not have the time to marry Lohak.

He was just amazed at the efficiency of Lohak and Sally, but soon, in mid-to-late June, Miss Raya gave birth successfully. When Azerian dragged him to name his newborn baby, he calculated the date and suddenly found something strange.

It seems that this guy Azerien was not shot on the wedding night.

It turned out that both brothers completed their "tasks" before getting married. They were very quick, but after a long time, they were still the only ones left behind.

Fortunately, there were rumors from somewhere that said he was obsessed with women, which was completely nonsense. He was obviously the most reserved one among the three brothers.

Thinking of the happy events of his friends this year, Leon felt a little more relaxed.

He drew the curtains, turned around and saw Olivia lifting a corner of the quilt, considerately making way, and patted the warm bed with her little hands, and Leon crawled in.

Holding the girl in his arms, he closed his eyes with peace of mind and lost himself in memories.

After the war subsided, Avalon held celebrations one after another throughout the year, as if to celebrate after a great disaster, gradually diluting the sad atmosphere in the territory.

At the end of March, Lockhart wasted no time in marrying Miss Sally and giving her a formal status.

In mid-April, Larian also completed the preparations, and in the presence of himself and others, the Knight-Errant and the eloped Miss Margarina officially became husband and wife.

In June, Azerien and Raya's child was born, a boy, and they insisted on naming him themselves.

After racking his brains, he finally eliminated those extremely unlucky ones from the Knights of the Round Table in his previous life. Considering that Azerien was better at spearmanship than swordsmanship, he chose "Lanmarok" to name the little guy.

In early July, Lockhart and Miss Sally's child was born, also a big fat boy. Lockhart followed suit and asked himself to name the child.

After thinking about it, he decided to keep the formation, and he named Lohak's son "Bedivere."

Recalling the funny things about his friend, Leon opened his eyes and stared at Olivia nestled in his arms, and laughed.

When my child is born in the future, I must name him Arthur or Altria, so that the two boys from the Flarel and Felux families will have to work for the Pendragon family for the rest of their lives.

The inexplicable muffled chuckle caused Olivia to open her eyes in confusion.

Looking at Leon's silly expression in the dim light, the girl blinked her green eyes and became happy too.

It had been a long time since she had seen such a relaxed look in her lover's dark eyes that were filled with sadness.
(End of this chapter)