Supreme Magus novel Chapter 308

"So it’s true." Nalear laughed maniacally, giving Linjos the creeps.

"A Headmaster is like a god inside their own academy. Sorry to break it for you, dear Linjos." Nalear took out from her pocket a magic crystal so finely chiseled it resembled a diamond. Each facet had a rune of power engraved on it.

"That’s a power core unit. Where did you take it from?" Linjos was horrified by the implications the gem had.

"There are no gods in this world!" She ignored him, breaking the gem and causing the power core to temporarily shut down, bringing all the arrays offline at the same time.

Ever since the sabotage of the dimensional magic training hall, Linjos knew that something was wrong with the power core of the academy. That was why even when there was a desperate demand of Ballots, he couldn’t allow having more produced.

Usually, the academy’s Forgemasters would be granted access to the power core for several reasons. To create items linked to the power core, like the staff rings or the Ballots, for the maintenance of the array departing from it, or of the power core itself.

After the sabotage, Linjos had blocked the access to the academy’s heart, adding such duty to everything he already did as Headmaster. The effort drained his mind and body, causing his premature aging.

Yet he did it anyway, for the students and for the future of the Kingdom he believed in.

’As soon as the crisis is resolved, I’ll have the time to rest.’ Linjos repeated to himself over the months.

All that pain, all those sacrifices, were for naught.

Nalear had already made Wanemyre tamper with the power core enough to create a power core unit. Despite its insane complexity, it was a pale imitation of the Headmaster ring, but with only one function.

Nalear unleashed a new wave of spells against the Headmaster. She had to be quick and kill him before the power core activated again.

Cursing his bad luck, Linjos could only Blink away to safety. The whole situation was a nightmare. He couldn’t understand how Nalear managed to silently cast one spell after the other, without giving him any time to fight back.

Nalear too was cursing her bad luck. Her original plan was to lure Linjos away from his office and backstab him. Nalear would have framed Wanemyre for the murder thanks to the Ballot she carried with herself.

With the Headmaster dead, her little lambs would have the opportunity to butcher all the students of commoner origins or those from new magical bloodlines. It would make it appear as even after Balkor there was still a radical faction among the ancient noble households not willing to back down.

Her hope was that the massacre would reopen the divide between social classes and trigger the civil war. After all, Wanemyre and the lambs all came from influential families. The surviving students would be found in possession of slave items they brought themselves inside the academy.

All the evidence would lead to Archmage Lukart and his allies, there was nothing left indicating Nalear’s involvement. Especially after she would have made sure Wanemyre and the few little lambs that worked with her died in the ensuing fight to save the academy.

A head on fight was something she wanted to avoid. The Headmaster robe was a masterpiece. It not only offered great protection from physical and magical damage, but also constantly boosted Linjos like potions would, making him immune to spirit magic.

Not to mention Linjos was one of the best young mages of the Kingdom.

The Headmaster didn’t mindlessly Blink. The spell was too expensive to use it recklessly. He used it to keep his distance and reach hidden stashes in his office.

"Just like Lith, you are making my life easy with your stupid moves." Nalear’s voice was stone cold. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}