Supreme Magus novel Chapter 332

Lith spent his days teaching Tista and his nights teaching or experimenting on Phillard. Contrary to the Kroxy expectations, he was even further behind than Tista in the Awakening process.

"Who needs magic when you have these babies?" Phillard used to say while flexing his enormous muscles. He never liked magic much, preferring to overpower his enemies with pure brute strength.

Lith had to literally beat some common sense into him to force Phillard to practice magic, following the same training schedule he had prepared for his sister. By the end of the winter, the Kroxy’s core had improved by leaps and bounds.

Maybe it was because magical beasts were naturally attuned with magic, maybe it was because of Lith’s experiments on Phillard to help him sense the world’s energy, or maybe it was just death being an incredible motivator.

Phillard hadn’t lied to him. Lith could see with Death Vision that his test subject had about a year left to live and Lith never missed an opportunity to remind him.

When the first day of spring arrived, Tista and Lith left together for White Griffon academy.

"What’s the academy’s only rule?" Lith asked Tista for the umpteenth time in the last three months.

"There are only three kinds of students in there. Those who will suck up on me to get into my pants, those who will do it to get into yours and then there is me." At first Tista thought Lith was just being a killjoy, but after speaking with Friya, she wasn’t so sure.

"Good girl. See you in the classroom." Lith ruffled her hair before going to the Headmaster’s office to receive his ring and assignments for the day. He found a pleasant surprise when he walked through the door.

"Friya, Quylla. Nice to see you again. What are you two doing here?" Lith asked.

"Lady Quylla has decided to attend fifth year again." Marth explained.

"Mage Friya has offered to serve as an Assistant Professor, just like you."

Quylla had grown quite a lot. She was now 1.6 meters (5’3") high with shoulder length brown hair. Despite Vastor’s tonic and the growth spurt, she still looked incredibly frail.

Her body was almost as scrawny as when they first met, her complexion was sickly. Lith knew she had spent the last year as a recluse, rarely coming out of her room. For someone that until a few months ago had problems keeping her food down returning to the academy was a huge leap.

"You would have known if you had visited us even once during winter." Friya clacked her tongue. She seemed to be quite angry.

"I was busy." Lith snarled back before turning to Quylla.

"Are you sure little one?" He asked while caressing her head. Lith still had problems seeing her like this. It reminded of his limits. Even when he had given his all, Lith was still unable to help her. He was just a Healer, not a miracle worker.

"I’m sure, thanks." At that familiar touch Quylla finally smiled. It was a small, forced smile but it was still better than nothing.

"If anyone bothers you, just give me a call and I’ll kill them."

Marth cleared his throat loudly. He could appreciate the sentiment, but not the way it was expressed.

"Not literally." Lith clarified, making Marth nod in relief. "I will take away so many points from them they’ll wish they were dead."

Marth went pale while Quylla chuckled. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

The three left the Headmaster’s office and were finally able to speak freely.