Chapter 717: Chapter 334 Invited to Co_2
Kneeling down on one knee, Olivia tore off the opponent’s neck armor, her hand gripping his throat like an iron vise.
To suffocate in a coma from severe injuries, or choose a more dignified way to die…
Her eyes locked onto a familiar face.
Her gaze swept over his swollen, almost shredded cheek, watching his English brows knit in pain and weakness…
…heartbroken…
…resentful… self-blaming…
The incredibly foreign emotions made Olivia short of breath.
A chilling touch brushed across her cheek…
Was it raining?
…
……
The sea breeze was slightly cool.
Leaning against a large tree, he slowly opened his eyes, taking in the courtyard of the mansion on the West Bay heights.
“Hey~! My dear Leon,”
Upon hearing the call from above, Leon was slightly startled and looked up.
On the branches extending outside the tree, Ines sat in a formal dress, her calves, wrapped in innovative black tights, swaying lightly.
“…I’ve called you several tis, and you didn’t answer. I thought you were asleep~”
Her pretty sideburns hung down on either side of her face, and the ponytail bundled with a light purple ribbon at the back of her head swayed gently with the sea breeze blowing from afar.
Leon got up suddenly, supporting his waist and looking up with a shrug: “Are you satisfied, my princess? Had enough of the wind up there?”
“Ha? I was clearly overlooking the domain, planning its developnt, not just enjoying the wind… don’t make sound like an idiot~!” Ines twirled her hair with a finger, pouting discontentedly.
But she quickly smiled and reached out coquettishly: “Carry down.”
Leon chuckled lightly, swiftly running up to the high branch, scooping the lightweight girl into his arms and leaping back down to the ground.
Standing firmly, about to set the girl down, Leon found himself held by Ines’s arm around his neck, as she whispered close to his ear:
“The Marquis is coming to the West Bay… My dear Leon, if you don’t strive to make achievents, what if the king orders, and Ines is taken away by soone else~”
His brows furrowed, Leon instinctively tightened his embrace around the girl.
“Don’t even think about it. That Austor family Young Master couldn’t withstand my three swords, could he? I’m not letting anyone take you away… if His Majesty forbids, I’ll just take you to Seryan, I have a friend there who’s doing well.”
Ines covered her mouth with a light laugh, nudging his chest with a fan: “Is this sothing you learned from Lord Larian? Are Ranger Knights all about abducting young ladies now? If my father issues a wanted order, Lord Glenn Soren might be so angry his head would steam, maybe even co to clean house himself.”
Leon raised an indifferent eyebrow: “How can it be called kidnapping when it’s mutual affection? My teacher is a sentintal person, he would surely understand.”
Ines raised her velvet fan helplessly, softly tapping his forehead: “Alright, enough cheek, I will make you a Great Lord worthy of royal respect, just don’t… leave high and dry when the ti cos, okay?”
“How could I? I would never break my vow, be it as a Ranger Knight or your Sea Eagle Knight.”
Ines affectionately leaned against his chest: “Yes, only my knight…”
…Half awake and half asleep.
Intense pain accompanied by an oppressive immobility…
He faintly heard argunts, blurred and hard to distinguish.
“…that’s my Leon! I won’t repeat it any more. He’s not your Li Ang!”
Ines’s voice had never sounded so sharp, the repressed anger almost made her pleasant voice tremble.
Accompanied by a mute silence from the other side.
Soon, it grew quiet around him.
Suddenly he felt small hands covering the back of his and palm… it seed soone was calling by his ear.
“…You promised to protect … you promised …”
Fatigue gradually subrged his struggling consciousness.
…
After so unknown amount of sleep… he finally managed to open his eyes.
In the dim candlelight setting, he took in the shadow cast by the canopy of a large bed, hesitating.
The patterns seed to be of Northern noble style.
mories surged like a tide, recalling the terrifying sword skill and iron fist of Olivia before losing consciousness…
My goodness, not only was my little lioness a Valkyrie with unmatched gun and sword skills, but also a boxing champion…
With lingering fear, Leon recollected, instinctively trying to move, but his nerves rely twitched, resulting in his forehead bulging with pain.
The pain in his chest stifled his breath, feeling like even a beating from Valensis added with a chopped-off arm wouldn’t have hurt this much before.
Sensing the magic elent, he found his internal organs shattered into pieces, ribs all crushed by Olivia’s punch, leaving no intact bone.
A chef chopping ribs couldn’t have made them this fractured and shattered.
With no energy even to draw cold breaths, Leon found bitter amusent, feeling his upper body was now akin to a “boneless chicken strip,” wanting to cry out for his mother in pain.
But it wouldn’t co, until he managed to slowly contract his remaining lungs to fill the gaps, finally easing out a breath.
Feeling the powerful heart still thumping like an engine, truth be told, Leon felt it a miracle he wasn’t dead yet.
Once the horrific pain slightly numbed his nerves and brain, he seed to sense the touch in his palm and finger gaps, tentatively moving his head tip by tip, turning to look at his side.
Bangs and sideburns draped over a delicate, petite face, long eyelashes pressed against her eyes, seemingly trapped in so nightmare.
Faint tear marks marred the delicate makeup on the Little Princess’s face… seeing her falling asleep in a such disheveled and unwatched state was truly the first ti.
A wave of pity surged within, yet his pain-stricken body couldn’t afford him to wipe away her tears.
This is… troubleso.
Leon attempted to pull out a wry smile, but the deep scar on the side of his face, almost giving him a “second mouth,” stung the nerves in his scalp.
The mories recalled were not just the battle with the Big Lion before losing consciousness…
He rembered.
Although not everything, but…
With eyes closed, recalling those most profound experiences and past in his mind, Leon felt a trance.
Am I Leon Pendragon?
Or Leon Zangson?
Even awakening from being transported in that slave cage back then, never felt this confused.
For the original host’s mories of the hunter’s son were just one picture after another.
But right now, the past not under the na Leon but rather Zangson, felt deeply like a firsthand experience.
What in the world is going on?
Did I overlap and super rge with another self when transmigrating over?
“…Making so many lovely birds shed tears for you… truly sinful, isn’t it~”
A sudden playful taunt blew in along with the autumn night’s cold wind.
Leon jerked out of his chaotic thoughts, startled, groaning in pain while arduously turning his head to the other side, glancing over.
The bright moonlight shone upon the figure dressed in garishly flamboyant attire.
Elegant feathered hat and curled mustache swayed in the breeze.
Propping up his head, reclined sidewise on the railing of the balcony, Galliard removed his feathered hat, dramatically making two circles over it on his chest.
“Long ti no see~… aha, this ti I rember~ it’s Lord Pendragon, isn’t it?”
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