The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Lecler couldn’t help but widen his eyes. What was this woman talking about? Did she not realize what her own mouth was saying? To give me this title? Did she think the position of Knight Leader was as simple as that of a squad captain?

Lecler shook his head as he scrutinized this carefree and enchanting female general. Even if this individual was Komer’s favored mistress, she couldn’t possibly make such a hasty decision in his place. Of course, Lecler also didn’t believe Komer’s taste could become so poor. The Three Wolves of Cyprus were notorious in Cyprus, but it seemed their aesthetic views were still similar to those of ordinary people; there had been no tales resembling the likes of this woman amongst the mistreated common girls in the city of Cyprus.

"Miss Shatima, I must remind you that you lack the qualifications to speak these words. I believe you are also utterly unaware of our kingdom’s legal procedures. Perhaps you didn’t even give it a thought before speaking. I don’t know where you are from, but if you were a citizen of the Kingdom of Nicosia, you should be aware that the position of Knight Leader must be endorsed by a Lord and approved by the kingdom. You seem to completely ignore these factors."

If Shatima’s careless words hadn’t touched Lecler at all, that would have been a lie. No noble knight wanted to live in seclusion in the wilderness forever. But self-esteem and face forced them to live humbly under the shadow of failure; self-abandonment was also a form of self-exile and self-denial. Lecler could certainly understand the frustration and despair of his former subordinates; it was also the main reason he had been unwilling to inquire further. After all, he himself was also immersed in depression for a long time and couldn’t extricate himself, let alone those who had always regarded loyalty to the Philip family as a lifelong honor. Now everyone knew that the Philip family had completely fallen. Not only the Kingdom Star Chamber Court but even the Romanov family had recognized Komer’s lordship over Homer. Legally, Komer had officially become Lord Homer, and no one could overturn this anymore.

Numerous examples had already shown Lecler that the faithful followers of former lords would gradually fade from the inner circle of new lords, and the same was true for knights. If they could humble themselves and beg for forgiveness from the new lord, perhaps they could maintain their previous lives. But for knights, such humiliation was akin to suicide. For someone like him, a former Knight Leader, no new lord would trust him. To peacefully get through the latter part of his life was already quite satisfactory.

Despite Lecler’s outright rude and even insulting language, Shatima seemed completely unconcerned. She didn’t even seem to realize the scorn and disdain in his words, but that didn’t affect her understanding of the meaning of Lecler’s words.

"Knight Lecler, do you think I am merely bragging, or that I am making reckless promises? I also want to tell you that we dragons..." She caught herself and halted abruptly, and with a pause, continued, "When I speak, I mean it. I have a favorable impression of you. Compared to Vladimir Koff and that Solonberg, you are truly decent. I will make you the corps commander of the Homer and even the Caucasus Knights."

Shatima made no attempt to hide her admiration for Lecler. Compared to the reticent Solonberg and the serious, stiff Vladimir Koff, Lecler might be a bit older, but he at least lacked that displeasing gloominess. In a word, the current Lecler fitted more into Shatima’s ideal image of a knight.

Seeing Shatima making such a solemn promise truly surprised Lecler. Could it be that this woman really had an affair with Komer? He looked her over again. Apart from a decent face, larger breasts, and a better figure, he really couldn’t see anything about this woman that matched the aesthetic views of the nobility, especially her crude behavior and inappropriate language. Komer liked this type of woman? Could it be that after spending two years in the Wilderness of the Caucasus, constantly mixing with barbarians, even his taste in women had shifted closer to that of those barbarians?

"Miss Shatima, there’s no need to use this kind of language to tempt me anymore. I have my principles. I lost this contest, and I will do my best to help you handle the knights creating disturbances. I will persuade them to obey the law, but as for the outcome, that’s not for me to decide." Lecler appeared quite candid, "I won’t deny my longing for the life of a Knight Leader, but I won’t engage in vile actions to please someone. I hope you will stop testing me with this type of language."