Supreme Magus novel Chapter 147

Those words struck a chord inside Lith’s very core, triggering something that he had considered dead for a long time. First, the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk. Then, he couldn’t stop himself from a chuckle that soon evolved into a hysterical laughter.

The traitorous soldier was startled for a second. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

According to their intel, Lith had a very strong bond with his relatives, using most of his earnings over the years to improve their quality of life and status, instead of trying to buy his way into nobility.

It was public knowledge that there was no love left between him and his disowned brother, Orpal, but the other one, Trion, had been part of the family, until he willingly joined the military. He had been well dressed and fed all his life.

According to the locals, despite having different interests and goals, the two brothers went along. Too bad it was just a ruse, that the two brothers had agreed upon for their parents’ sake.

Were Lith felt only spite for Orpal, Trion didn’t fare much better, receiving his complete indifference. Their relationship had never mended, since both of them had never tried to solve their differences.

Lith simply didn’t care about it. In his twisted vision of the world he had long drawn a circle, separating the people who mattered from the useless trash, where Trion belonged.

Trion, instead, at first had been too ashamed to approach Lith, after all he and Orpal had done and said to him over the years. Having always followed his older brother’s footsteps, he had never developed a sense of kinship toward Lith.

They had been strangers to each other for so long, that every apology he could think of sounded fake and forced even to Trion himself. So, he had waited for the right moment to fix that mess, but the moment never came.

Lith had too many jobs, first as hunter and Tista’s nurse, then healer and bounty hunter. He would never spend much time at home, and when he did, he focused on those that mattered for him. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

It didn’t take even a year for Trion’s feelings to fester again, while his mood turned sour. As any child, he had always dreamed of one day discovering to have an incredible talent, to be special.

Yet with each passing day, everything changed only for the worse. While he was stuck in his routine of dreams and chores, Lith grew more and more powerful, his talent inspired awe in their parents first, then Nana, and finally Count Lark.

Soon, envy outgrew guilt and there was nothing to mend anymore.

The soldier wasn’t aware of all that, so Lith’s behaviour appeared to him as that of a madman. His laughter was full of scorn, like he was in front of the biggest idiot he had ever met.

"Do you really have my brother? Then I have a favour to ask. When you kill him, tell him that I didn’t give a sh*t about him. I like to pay my debts in kind."

Lith said, while taking a small step back. There were so many ways he could have killed him, either by using physical attacks or spirit magic, but neither of them was safe enough for his tastes.

Moving at high speed didn’t go well with the crow shaped mask he wore, and being in a morgue full to the brim of victims of the plague, he didn’t want to risk for the sword to even scratch his skin.

As for spirit magic, the guy was too close for comfort. Lith either had to break his neck, losing the opportunity to interrogate him, or attempt to restrain him, hoping his victim didn’t have hidden weapons or wasn’t able to use them before the binding was complete.

"This is no joke. If we do not get out of here within a minute, my associates will consider the mission failed and order your brother execution." The soldier didn’t let Lith get away, even if a sudden fear was twisting his guts.

Despite the cold of the morgue, he found himself sweating bullets, blurring his vision from under the mask, with all his body hair standing up.

"And why should I care?" Lith kept moving backwards, closer to the metal shelves. The mockery in his tone growing with every step.