618: Chapter 292: After the War 618: Chapter 292: After the War The beast-head buckle secured the cloak trimd with ink-gray wolf fur, beneath which a rough, insulated leather vest lay, enveloped by a heavy, silver-gray wolf-fur collar cape.
On the snow-laden streets of Avalon, not only were soldiers busy shoveling snow and academy children engaged in playful snowball fights, but many noble guests from various places were also strolling and admiring the wintry scenes, with the winter festival and wedding celebrations around the corner.
While responding to greetings from Orland nobles, Dinexion knights, and Eastern Kantadar lords, each speaking Felu with distinct accents, Leon headed towards the upper district.
His long boots left a trail of shallow prints in the snow as Leon adjusted his warm cloak.
Despite feeling impervious to this winter’s chill—far less biting than the frigid air when riding the Death Claw at great speed—Olivia, claiming to feel cold, had thoroughly bundled him up before his departure.
His gloved knuckles tapped on the hilt of the sword at his waist; he had swapped it for a new sword.
Since no fierce battles had ensued, this griffin-decorated ritual long sword, crafted by a master Dwarven swordsmith from the Edel Chamber of Comrce, had accompanied Leon for nearly a year, achieving the record for the longest intact duration among the ten or so swords he had wielded since waking.
Alas, no matter how fine the long sword, as long as it remains mortal iron, battle will inevitably render it a consumable.
Not only himself but Olivia too had acquired a new daily sword.
As for the erstwhile “Victory Sword,” the girl had already nicked it heavily, full of gaps—its robustness and heft rely allowed for repeated grinding, but it was bound to beco unserviceable for further polishing.
Yet, since the Battle of Rolandena, where that sword was soaked in the demon blood of a formidable Horror Demon, it underwent so incomprehensible transformation.
The once steel-patterned blade, as if absorbed by the demon blood, turned black as ink, and the sword beca extraordinarily unbreakable.
Although Olivia seemingly felt nothing, within Avalon, most could not grip the sword handle for a few seconds without dropping it in terror, often accompanied by nightmares afterwards.
Leon was uncertain if the tamorphosis of the long sword infused with high-grade demon blood was ultimately beneficial or detrintal.
Yet, apart from Olivia, only he and Lokhak remained unaffected by this Demon Blood Blade, so after much deliberation, he chose not to discard the sword for the ti being.
In peaceti, he kept it securely locked in the treasury, sealed with a magic technique to prevent anyone but himself and Olivia from approaching.
As for his own sword, bestowed upon over fifteen hundred Holy War Knights before the campaign of Rolandena, it now remained in Fenlidun City of Baldim County.
That long sword, now called the “War Oath,” was conferred upon Yevan by Leon, serving as a symbol of authority and honor for the Fenlidun and Shatai Baron, overseeing the headquarters of the Holy War Alliance…
Barring unforeseen circumstances, that long sword would transcend the fate of a re weaponry piece, becoming a historical artifact witnessing the birth monts of thousands of noble heroes, to be passed down through generations.
…..
Upon arriving at the ring-shaped square of the upper district, the fountain of the active water system continued to cascade with splendid water curtains.
However, sowhat spoiling the view in the upper district was the construction site at the northward’s end of the long stairs leading to the “Rock Cliff” platform.
A small cluster of half-constructed Gothic-style halls and courtyards marked the yet-to-be-completed Avalon Magic Academy.
A half-year ago, after funds and materials from the King’s Domain reached the Baron Domain, Leon promptly complied with the King’s request to establish a new training ground for royal court mages, aiming to occasionally substitute so Northern Wizards in the Kingdom Court’s special roles in the future.
However, to date, despite his illustrious title as the Magic Departnt Dean of the Orland Royal Family, the renowned Dumbledore Ang, Mr.
Ang, only comprised himself, Kovis, two foreign-educated assistants from Kantadar, totaling four mages, and…
a re sole magic apprentice.
Indeed, the resources and student numbers of the yet-to-arrive Avalon Magic Academy seed ager compared to the grand mission decreed by the King.
After passing the fountain and statue landscapes, climbing the long stairs, Leon suddenly recognized a round and familiar figure.
“Huh…
?
Strange, I clearly saw it…
vanished in the blink of an eye?” The round figure poked around the half-built courtyard buildings as if searching for sothing.
Glancing at the lavishly dressed chubby figure’s sneaky deanor, Leon imdiately approached to greet: “Good day, Count Ackman.”
The son of the Sea Dragon Family’s Duke Vister of Wis shivered at the voice behind him, turning back awkwardly.
“Good day, Lord Leon.”
“Why aren’t you with Princess Ines and the other nobles, and instead wandering here?” Leon asked in surprise.
“Ah?
I just admire that beaut…”
Halfway through his slip of the tongue, Ackman hastily raised his hand and lightly coughed: “…hum, I rely admire the noble Avallon Eagle and wish to have a conversation about the exotic sceneries of the distant Eastern Continent with His High Excellency.”
“The Avallon Eagle?
You an Kovis?”
“Ah, indeed, indeed, that legendary noble Prince of Villania, Prince Allen Del, have you seen him?” Ackman nodded with a beaming smile.
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