Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 46 - 46 40 Waiting for this Moment

46: Chapter 40 Waiting for this Moment 46: Chapter 40 Waiting for this Moment “I…

I really didn’t deceive you, esteemed lord, that forest truly is the Nightmare Forest…”

The village elder inside the house knelt on the ground, trembling, and kept kowtowing, begging for mercy.

(Uria Language) “…I have nothing else to ask, make him shut up.”

Baron Dawson waved his hand, ordering the attendants to drag the old man, who was crying out in terror, out of the room.

He grabbed the roasted lamb shank brought by his followers and shifted his position while sitting in the chair.

Chewing on the meat in his mouth, Dawson pondered his current geographical location.

If the forest to the south, referred to by the local people as the “Nightmare Forest,” indeed was the “Panglos Forest” on the western side of Mamor County, then to return to the homeland, according to the map, he could only keep running along the edge of this forest towards the northwest.

There were Orland forces pursuing from the east, so he would have to take a detour northwest and enter Blink County before he could head south to return to Kantadar, still hoping that the border wasn’t heavily guarded by Orland’s troops…

Thinking of his current desperate flight, Dawson bit even more forcefully into the lamb meat.

“Damn that Aviout, had it not been for that old dog’s disappearing reinforcements!” Dawson cursed his king unabashedly, growing increasingly furious as he ate.

The knights and attendants nearby, hearing their Sealing Lord’s resentful insults, could only look down and feign deafness.

Baron Dawson didn’t care about venting his anger at the king in front of his vassals.

The loss he suffered was simply too great; while those bastards from the east were enjoying their spoil in Seryan, these northern lords had to face Orland’s sudden invasion alone.

If his territory in Mamor County was completely taken by the Orland people, was he to slink back to the south and be a minor manor lord?

Suddenly, the guard knocked on the door: “Lord, Knight Luke is here with the girl seeking an audience.”

Dawson came out of his gloomy thoughts upon hearing the report from outside and was somewhat puzzled.

“Let them in.”

Thinking of the golden-haired girl, his previous gloomy mood was slightly alleviated.

It was an unexpected delight to find such a “treasure” in this backwater.

Young and beautiful, with inconceivably exceptional martial skills…

she would be quite valuable with just a little dressing up.

Bringing this unique and delicate girl back to Kantadar and offering her to that old coot Aviout in exchange for more money and provisions, he could also borrow troops from Count Marmore to rise again.

Putting down the lamb shank, Dawson took the napkin handed to him by an attendant and wiped his oily mouth clean, straightened his body, a smile of contentment forming at the corners of his mouth.

Of course, he’d enjoy the first pick himself, then let that damned old coot pick up his second-hand plaything.

Watching his Inner Court Knight enter the room with a group of soldiers escorting the golden-haired girl, Dawson’s eyes lit up.

The girl was weaponless and her hands were tied behind her back.

He really hadn’t expected this arrogantly-tempered lass to submit so quickly.

Dawson looked at the knight holding the halberd: “Luke, do you have this kind of eloquence?

Did you persuade her to give up resistance?”

“No, my lord, the lass just understood the situation after having breakfast,” the Spear Knight, Luke, responded with a shrug.

Standing behind and to the right of Olivia, Azeryan felt a sudden surge in his heart.

Don’t ask…

Don’t ask…

Don’t ask…

The young man prayed silently, his palms sweating…

Breakfast?

Dawson raised an eyebrow, feeling that his subordinate was truly considerate.

He had been contemplating starving the girl for a few meals, yet Luke, the rough-looking man, had thoughtfully arranged food and drink for the girl on his own initiative.

It seemed that sometimes gentle persuasion worked better than coercion.

Dawson noted this experience down for sure future use.

“However, the lass has a condition, she wants us to release her father,” Knight Luke continued.

“Well,”

Dawson stroked his chin, looking at the girl: “You want me to release your father?” (Felu Language)

Olivia lifted her head and calmly replied, “…Isn’t it only me you want?”

Dawson pondered for a moment.

He really didn’t want to release that old blacksmith, without a hold on her, if one day she got the urge to commit suicide to demonstrate her resolve, wouldn’t that be another loss.

Even if she wanted to die, she couldn’t do it before she was sold to the King, causing him trouble.

“Now’s not the time, I can’t let your father escape and send word, at least not until we’re safely back in Kantadar territory.”

Dawson said, then his tone shifted.

“But I can promise you, once we leave Orland, I will release your father.”

Hmm, of course, he had no intention of keeping his promise.

Dawson just wanted to get the girl into his bed first.

After all, she had already lost her weapons and was captured, how to control her afterward was entirely up to him.

As long as he held her father, what did it matter if he reneged?

“…” Olivia looked at the Kantadar noble sitting at the head of the table with an indifferent expression, sighed inwardly, and nodded to him: “It’s a deal.”

Of course, she didn’t believe him, but it was just an excuse to lull the opponent for the time being.

“Heh, a wise choice, I won’t let you down.”

Dawson got up from his seat with a smug smile on his face, and approached the girl,

“Or rather, by accepting me, you will be reborn from a sparrow to a phoenix.”

In this, he believed he wasn’t lying.

If Aviout, that old man, favored her enough, wouldn’t it be a soaring rise from a village girl to become the King’s favorite consort?

Dawson commanded the soldiers surrounding Olivia: “Collect all the weapons, am I still afraid of a girl who’s tied up?”

The Spear Knights and Attendants stood at attention with their weapons raised to the side.

Leon and Azeryan hurriedly sheathed their swords, silently retreating to the corner.

“Come to me, show me your charm,” Dawson opened his arms with a genial smile.

Defeating a girl with strong martial arts was far more satisfying than playing with those meek and compliant whores.

Olivia looked at the greasy expression on the villain’s face, suppressing the disgust that made her skin crawl, and lowered her gaze.

The girl bit her lower lip, feigned a trembling voice, and requested, “Let them…

all leave.”

Dawson hesitated for a second but, seeing the girl’s arms bound behind her, waved the knights and attendants away with ease.

“Well, you all go out; call them back in when I’m satisfied.”

Nuer and another Inner Mansion Knight shared a knowing smirk, shrugged their shoulders, and led their men out.

Watching them go, Leon respectfully kept his head down, deliberately following last with the other Squire Knights, slowly queuing to leave.

However, he deliberately slowed his pace, naturally falling behind the others.

Dawson once again reached out to the girl, and before the door was even closed, he took a step and approached her: “There, no one will disturb us now, I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Olivia turned her head as if to confirm everyone’s departure.

Seeing Leon deliberately walking last with the long sword slung over his back, a smile finally appeared on her face.

“Yes, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.”

With her long dress fluttering, the girl retreated like a breeze, her hands also undoing the rope that was only pretending to bind her behind her back.

“Leon!”

Hearing the signal from behind, Leon quickly turned and threw his sword to the girl: “Catch the sword!”

With a light scoop, she grasped the sword handle mid-air, and with a back kick, stopped her steps.

Her body, like a swift against the wind, suddenly surged forward, the blade in her hand swiftly reaching before the enemy.

Dawson’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden turn of events, his reaction was not slow by any means, managing just in time to draw his sword and step back to counter.

Clang!

The clear sound of steel meeting steel rang out between their blades.

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