147: Chapter 90 The Disappearance of Villania_2 147: Chapter 90 The Disappearance of Villania_2 Pilireno never considered training the boy as a warrior, always treated as a beautiful plaything; Kovis was clearly not allowed to indulge in food and develop his physique.
As a result, even though Kovis was over seventeen at fifteen, not as petite as Olivia, he still had a hard time finding fitting armor.
After trying on several sets, Leon finally discovered that, for Kovis’s current figure, the combination of the plate chain composite armor on the upper body and the scale armor robe on the lower body, like Olivia had worn yesterday, was more suitable.
Ignoring the boy’s objections, Leon went ahead and, with Lena’s help, dressed him in this mismatched cavalry armor.
Looking at him fasten his sword, Leon examined his spirited young attendant up and down and was very pleased.
The other, just like that boy Azeryan, had a handsome face; whether dressed in men’s clothes, women’s clothes, or armor robe, anything thrown on him was pleasing to the eye and drew admiration.
With the help of Little Lina and Kovis, Leon also donned his knight armor.
Just to be on the safe side, he also took down the kite shield from the wall and picked a cavalry spear from among the long weapons.
It was a pity there wasn’t a real riding spear; the only one had been in the hands of a captured Knight Kantadar amid the routed troops, but it had already been damaged in a fight with Olivia.
Now, Leon could only make do with a servant cavalry’s long spear.
As for the halberd designed for the Knight of Valor…
although it seemed more powerful, its weight was far too heavy.
Of those around him, only Lokhak could manage to wield it, and Olivia, with her surprising strength, could swing it with ease.
Leaving the storehouse, and placing the cavalry spear and kite shield on the packhorse carrying their gear, he and Kovis mounted the two stout ordinary Urian warhorses that Hawk had led over.
Leon didn’t bother with his own Black Steed – the noble warhorse that had carried both him and Kovis, struggled to escape and now needed to recuperate well at home.
When departing, he did not see Olivia; these past few days, Azeryan had arranged for her to take turns patrolling the lands.
Azeryan had the morning patrol, and the girl in charge of the afternoon likely hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.
Having finally returned to Selva after more than a month, Leon felt a tinge of regret being unable to have a proper talk with Olivia.
But the journey to the frontline was not far, a round trip taking at most two or three days.
Once the matter of great importance was handled, there would be time to share the adventures and experiences with that girl.
The two men with three horses trotted along the wide road, and Leon, staving off boredom, looked to his young attendant by his side.
After accepting his oath last night, Leon had almost suffered insomnia, thinking half the night and still unable to fathom the boy’s intentions.
Of course, this doubt didn’t need to be hidden from a companion, and taking the opportunity to chat, Leon asked the boy directly,
“Kovis, why exactly do you want to be my attendant?
Although I’m honored to receive your loyalty, if you’re expecting me, a simple country knight, to help you reclaim your kingdom, you’re truly overestimating me.”
“Reclaim the kingdom?
Your lordship has misunderstood,” the golden-haired boy denied.
Leon waved his hand, “Don’t call me that when we’re alone; I’m happy to be your lord, but you’re still an important friend to me.
We’re not talking business now, just having a friendly chat.”
Kovis, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, reluctantly nodded.
“If you insist, alright, Leon.”
The boy sighed and continued, “To be honest, after all these years, I have come to accept the reality of Villania’s downfall.
The land of my home is not only occupied but thoroughly conquered.
Villania’s misfortune is the misfortune of me and my kin; it’s the misfortune of the Royal Family and the nobles.
But it is not the misfortune of the Villanian people.
Now, apart from me, the last of my line, there are only a few surviving descendants of the Villanian nobility who cannot let go of the memories of the past.
The citizens of Villania, they cannot possibly abandon the abundant life they have as the Atiyas people to return to becoming the impoverished mountain folk they once were.
Even if I truly had the chance to lead an army to attempt to take back my homeland…
the first to raise the Black Flag and point swords at me would likely be those very Villanians.”
“You mean to say, after the Villania Kingdom was annexed by the Athias Empire, the lives of the people actually improved?”
Leon was surprised as he listened.
To be honest, based on the information and encounters he had preconceivedly come into contact with, as well as the opposing stance when rescuing Miss Elena,
he thought that the Black-clothed Empire would turn all Villanians into slaves.
“From what I saw the last time I went back to my homeland with Pilireno, the people live much better than before, and in a generation or two, they’ll proudly hoist the Empire’s Black Flag and call themselves Atiyas.”
Speaking, Kovis let out a bitter smile, “Of course, a Royal descendant like me, along with other surviving noble descendants who have become slaves, are obviously exceptions.”
in the rise of Athias, conquering kingdom after kingdom on the Eastern Continent, how many Empire citizens today remember the names of their ancestral kingdoms?”
In the end, Kovis’s eyes carried an inexplicable melancholy.
“Swearing loyalty to you and revealing my bloodline is not because I hold unrealistic dreams about the past.