Knight and Wand

Chapter 339: Royal Palace Secret Ceremony
The next morning.

Leon and the two Ines rode out of the town with only a few personal followers.

The group found an empty wilderness with few people. In such a remote place, the noise made by the Holy Sword of the Sun would not disturb others.

Leon dismounted and walked a long way away, opening his palms.

Speak the ancient words to call upon the holy sword.

Flying sand and rocks suddenly rose into the sky, and the grass and trees fell down like ministers from all sides.

As the sun rose in the east, the ground and air shook violently, and the Holy Sword of the Sun appeared, shining with sacred rainbow light.

The sound of gravel and sand fell like a torrential rain, and in the distance, war horses raised their hooves and neighed. It took a long time before Agatha and the other knights stopped frightening them.

Looking across the sword and at the blade that reflected the cold light, Leon recalled the strange name Olivia mentioned when she visited him yesterday.

As Olivia said hesitantly, that was the name of the mentor she saw in her dream, who taught herself and Corvis magic in a high tower.

The tower may refer to the Tower of Aphrodite in Avalon.

But where can I find a magic mentor?

Inheriting Aphrodite's residence, collection of books and workshop, this Miss Neti from a thousand years ago could be considered his master whom he had never met.

As a guide who helped him embark on the path of magic and discussed magic with him, Corvis, who was both a friend and a teacher, could be considered a half-master.

Besides, maybe the ghost of the old wizard with white beard who taught me how to make a simple wayfinder and escape from the nightmare forest is also a teacher?

But who is Laura?

When questioned yesterday, Olivia tried her best to recall, but all she remembered was that it seemed to be a white-haired woman.

But Leon was sure that he had never seen any white-haired women since he traveled through time.

With my cough, if I really saw a white-haired woman, I would never forget her.

Although nothing had happened so far that was not strange, Leon still found it very strange.

Originally, it was puzzling enough that Olivia, like herself, the master of ceremonies who activated the magic circle, could gradually recall vague memories of another destiny.

As a result, what she was dreaming about now was actually her original destiny?

Could it be another possibility besides the two currently known fates?
Leon shook his head helplessly as he thought about it.

Perhaps this is the only explanation that makes sense, considering the huge difference in fate, as even the Bauhinia Fortress has become a ruin.

Even if, in some mysterious way, there was a self in that wizard's tower who did not encounter the magical afterimage left by Lady Aphrodite, but instead met some other ancient wizard and became his master and apprentice, it is not impossible.

After all, my mentor in this journey is still Mr. Greenthorne.

However, realizing that there were other different pasts and futures, Leon was vaguely worried.

If the holy sword cannot restore destiny and randomly jumps around the world again, then there is no telling when it will be able to return to its original path.

Glancing sideways, Leon lowered his holy sword when he saw Ines approaching.

"What to do next?"

Princess Ines folded her arms, tilted her head, and looked at the ancestral relic in Leon's hand: "According to the poet, I am the one who directly or indirectly observes the current fate and picks it up from the so-called 'dream of the horde'. Now, what should I do to make everything start over again?"

Also distressed that the poet who came and went without a trace did not explain clearly, Leon picked up the sword and said in a deep voice: "I will try to explore the magic in this sword. Perhaps it can serve as a key of some kind."

Concentrating his mind, he followed the connection with the holy sword and tried to feel the magic system contained within it.

His consciousness seemed to sink into an unfathomable sea of ​​light spots. Leon tried his best to filter out the gorgeous system that could not be outlined by the three-dimensional picture, and find the veins that could be identified by the "formula study" of Gulorelit magic that he had learned, and look for any "formula set" in this weapon that might not be related to combat. The sun wheel magic pattern on the back of his hand shone brighter and brighter, and Leon's black eyes were immersed in another perception and magician's vision.

The first thing that can be observed, and the most obvious and direct, is the main means of attack of the Holy Sword.

Even though he couldn't understand the complicated and profound magic system, Leon could barely guess from the "appearance" that it was the "light cannon" that Olivia used to destroy the city with one sword.

This is not difficult, just like people who have seen guns can judge what they are used for based on their impressions, even if they don't understand the structure and principles of artillery and missiles.

It's a pity that it can't be like a big lion, which can continue to fight with its opponent with undiminished ferocity after firing two shots a day.

With the amount of magic power I have, even with the minimum output, I'm afraid I can't fire a single shot.

But right now, his mind wasn't here.

The mind is immersed in analysis and complex calculations. The caster is in a state of concentration, and his consciousness is almost selfless, like meditation. Several hours seem to pass as short as ten minutes.

But the two Ines were still waiting patiently.

Agatha spread out a blanket for the "two" masters to rest. Queen Ines took her hand and whispered in her ear, three years ago. No one knew what she was saying, but she looked like she was giving serious instructions.

Little Ines' eyes grew wider and wider.

Agatha and Theresa, who were standing beside them, blushed halfway through the conversation and silently walked away to the sides.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, at noon when the sun was high in the sky, Leon suddenly raised his head, and a look of joy appeared on his face, whose swelling was gradually subsiding.

“I actually found it!”

At the end of a densely packed, maze-like magical route, the consciousness discovered an extremely abrupt "sky circular courtyard" on the outside, which seemed to be attached to the originally complete magical structure of the tower.

In the center of this abrupt structure that did not match any other ritual collection was the lower ritual structure that he had seen in the Holy Sword Courtyard that day.

The numerous and dazzling startup terminals still made him dizzy.

If he was not mistaken, this magic itself was relying on the huge magic power in the holy sword to operate, and there was no need to find another energy source to activate it.

Everyone looked over, and Leon found it difficult to explain, so he simply tried to activate the magic ritual hidden in the holy sword.

With the blade turned upside down, Leon inserted the holy sword into the ground according to the image mapped by the ritual, triggering the ancient mystical magic within it to descend.

In an instant, countless brilliant magic patterns of light appeared on the blade of the Holy Sword of the Sun, pouring into the earth like a torrent, and complex patterns spread wildly in all directions.

The virtual outline of the magic pattern formation seemed to have projected a huge phantom on the earth.

The unfolded magic array was unexpectedly huge, stretching endlessly, unfolding layer by layer.

The two Ines instinctively hid behind Leon, looking at the hazy light outlines and patterns around them in amazement. Even the sunlight above their heads seemed to be obscured at this moment.

When the entire magical realm finally stopped expanding.

Leon held the hilt of his sword and looked around.

The virtual image outlined by the magic pattern brought a vaguely familiar feeling to his heart.

But Ines, who was more familiar with the environment and structure outlined by the groups of light patterns than he was, looked around and exclaimed softly.

"Is this the Orlandon Palace?"

The two Ines, who grew up in the palace, recognized this huge magic formation at the same time, which corresponded almost one to one with the main structure of the palace.

At this moment, the location where the Holy Sword of the Sun stands is exactly the stone foundation that has sealed the sword for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)