Supreme Magus novel Chapter 33

The people in the waiting room made space for the hunters, while Nana and Lith quickly dismissed their previous patients, leaving the beds free for the wounded men.

They were so desperate, that no one complained about Lith’s age or diminutive stature. Before any of the two hunters could say anything, both healers spoke as one.

"Close the curtains and let me do my job."

They performed "Vinire Rad Tu", but rather than to find the cause of the affliction, which laid bare in front of their eyes, it was meant to check if there was a sliver of hope saving them.

Lith didn’t even had the time to activate Invigoration, before noticing that the woman was already dead. He tried nonetheless, but there was no mana flow to manipulate, no life force to enhance with light magic.

"I’m sorry." Lith said closing the dead woman’s eyes. "She was already dead before you got here."

Before he could continue with his bedside manners, Nana yelled to him.

"Get here, quick! We can still save this one if we work together!"

Lith rushed to the other bed, positioning himself at the man’s feet while Nana moved behind the head. They both needed space to operate at their best.

Nana was right, Invigoration could still feel a mana flow, despite it being weak. The hunter’s wounds were very deep, Lith doubted that fake magic could help him.

Fake healing magic would spread to the whole body, before focusing on the injury, and that caused it to need a few seconds to take effect. Even worse, the spreading and focusing process would cause the spell to lose some of its effectiveness.

True healing magic, instead, would directly affect the wound. Thanks to Invigoration, Lith was also able to pinpoint were to send the light mana with surgical precision, maximizing the potency of the spell.

"Nana’s specialty is not light magic, after all. If she called me, it means that she hopes my personal spells can save this man."

For a moment, Lith hesitated. He would have loved to have the time to ponder about the risk reward ratio of that scenario.

He couldn’t care less about the life of a stranger, he was much more scared of exposing his secrets, losing everything in the process.

"Screw it! Sooner or later I’ll have to reveal my spells. I want to believe in Nana and give all this ’blessed by the light’ cr*p a go. Play scared, die scared." _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Lith started performing quick hand signs, mixed with ninja hand seals he remembered from an old movie. He had prepared that choreography since the last conversation with Count Lark.

"Vinire Eskla!" The light magic flowed straight through the hunter’s blood vessels, repairing them and stopping the blood loss. With Nana keeping his conditions stable, Lith was able to bring the hunter to the point where fake magic could save him.

After that, he had to lean against the wall and slide down to the ground.

Lith was exhausted, he had never attempted something that required so much focus and mana for a prolonged time.

"Damn my stupid green mana core! If it was already cyan, maybe I wouldn’t be forced to leave halfway through the procedure."

Luckily, Nana took all the credit for the success, relieving Lith from any possible questioning about his unknown spell.

After taking her forty copper coins, she warned the hunters’ leader.

"He is alive, but barely. I don’t know if he will make it or not. I can’t even assure you a full recovery. His injuries were too deep, we did the best that we could."

"Forty copper coins, almost a f*cking half silver coin and that’s all you have to say? A bunch of ifs and wishful thinking?" He yelled.

Nana clearly understood that the man wasn’t really angry with her or Lith, he still could not accept the loss of one, if not both of his friends.

Yet she did not care.

When it came to anger, Nana was second to none. She had been the scapegoat for others’ misbehaviour enough to last for a lifetime.

"Listen to me, young man, and listen well. I dare you find any village that hosts not one, but two healers capable of casting tier three spells!

If you want certainties, go find Krishna Manohar, the god of healing! He lives in the White Griffon Academy, just five hundred kilometres (311 miles) from here! And now get out of my house, before I make you!"

Even a grieving man knew that to further antagonize a mage whose eyes were brimming with power and whose voice generated wind blows was plain suicide.

The two surviving hunters could only comply.

While Nana was clearing the blood spattered around the room, Lith had managed to use Invigoration enough to recover some of his strength, so he followed them outside.

Trawn woods was too close to his house for comfort.

"Sir hunter, please wait!" They were already halfway toward the tavern.

The hunters’ leader really wanted to vent his frustration on the little pest, but he had regained enough of his cool to admit that the kid was blameless. If anything, he had contributed saving the life of his little brother.

That and he was still scared sh*tless by Nana.

"No need for honorifics, young man. My name is Ekart Longran, and this is my sworn brother Flek Irotia."

"My name is Lith." The three men bowed to each other.

"The man whose life you saved is my little brother, Otum Longran. If I can do anything to return the favour, you just need to say the word."

"Could you please tell me more about this magical beast?"

Ekart shivered for a moment, his eyes closed by the fear that memory generated in his heart. But he was a great hunter, who had danced with death countless times. With every passing second, he was recovering both his courage and spirits.

"It’s a huge Byk, do you what it is?"

Lith nodded.

According to the bestiary in the Soluspedia, a Byk was a bear that had evolved into a magical beast. They were in tune with earth magic, in rare cases also with fire magic.

"It all started around a month ago. The farms on the east side of the Trawn woods were being attacked by a mad beast. At first it would just slay some cattle, before returning to the woods.