Supreme Magus novel Chapter 262

"Quite an attitude for someone that almost got outshined by a filthy traitor and a dirty poor commoner." Libea clicked her tongue in disgust.

"The traitor and the commoner, as you call them, are a thousand times better than you. I wish my friend Lith was here. He is great at dealing with monsters, something I am still lacking at."

Libea was about to reply in kind when suddenly the whole room turned dark and empty. She turned around just in time to see a shadowy figure with eyes blazing with blue mana closing in to her.

"My dear Yurial, I always told you to go big whenever you make a wish. Otherwise if one of them comes true it’s more a pity than a relieve."

"He’s right behind you, of course." Yurial said with a smirk.

"You have quite an attitude for someone that ranked... My bad, I forgot you have no rank. It’s just that my mind refuses the idea that someone without an iota of magical power could be so arrogant."

Normally, Lith would have ignored Libea’s slander. Back at the academy, he heard much crueler words on a daily basis, yet he paid them no heed. Lith just had three months of peace and his renewed bond with Solus made him calmer than ever.

The reason behind his unnatural behavior was the precise instructions Marchioness Distar had given him.

’It’s been a while since I taught a lesson to an arrogant prick. This is going to be fun!’ He thought.

"It’s better for you to watch your tongue, young miss. One day, even a dirty poor commoner could reach a status higher than yours. Without your noble title, you are nothing more than a spoiled parlor dog.

"You should be aware that dumb creatures that keep barking at the wrong tree are... accident prone."

Lith kept his distance, pointing his finger at her while he talked. It was an act incredibly rude towards someone of a higher social class. In any other circumstance, Libea would have lashed out at Lith for his unacceptable behavior.

She wanted to, but was unable to speak. Something prevented her from even moving her eyes away from Lith’s index finger. To her it was like a sword pointed at her throat, exuding a chilling aura that was prickling at her skin like countless needles of ice.

With every step that Lith took forward, Libea’s stomach twisted into one knot after the other. Suddenly she just wanted to hide behind Yurial, but he was nowhere to be seen. The whole world had disappeared, leaving her alone with a crazed beast.

Contrary to Libea’s perception, Yurial was right beside her, the room was perfectly lighted, and Mogar kept spinning on its axis uncaring like always.

’I don’t know why Lith is acting so touchy and honestly, I don’t care.’ Yurial thought. ’Her being forced to shut up for once it’s liberating.’

Being used to Lith’s aura and having an innate powerful mana flow, Yurial was unable to perceive the pressure Lith was exerting, so he was further surprised by Libea’s meek attitude.

At least until he realized she wasn’t meek at all. His fiancée was simply unable to breathe.

Yurial recognized the all too familiar symptoms of mind aggression from a magical aura. Libea’s forehead was beady with sweat, her face was turning from pale white to cyanotic blue from the lack of oxygen.