Supreme Magus novel Chapter 53

"I know you will call me an old fool, but I think I have the solution to your problem."

"If you are referring to your little protégé, you are more than a fool, you are certifiable. I tried, Ainz tried, I could write a book with the names of all those who tried.

I can only hope for Krishna Manohar, the god of healing, to return soon. Only he can save me from this anguish. The only reason he is not here yet, is because that goddamn lunatic is nowhere to be found.

He is doing his experiments in some remote village, forsaken by both humans and gods. He even left his communicator behind, to not be disturbed. My mother always said that bachelors are unreliable, and damn if she was right.

If that b*astard had a wife, a husband, even a cat, someone would know where to find him!"

"I completely agree with you. Only a married man truly understands the burden of responsibility." Count Lark suck up to her.

"But allow me to say that you are underestimating my protégé." Lark ignored the ferocious snarl from the Marchioness and pushed forward.

"As I told you more than once in the past, he is blessed by the light. I’ll share with you a family secret, he actually helped my daughter with a similar problem."

"Your daughter was cursed?!" The Marchioness rose an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Sadly, yes. It plagued her life for years." Count Lark knew that the best lie was the one shrouded by a half-truth. Keyla had always called her acne a curse, after all.

"What do you have to lose? If I’m wrong, we’ll leave, and you will never hear from me again, outside official business."

"Is that a promise?" It was too good to be true.

"I swear on my ancestors. If he fails, the only things we will ever talk about are County matters."

After shaking his hand to seal the deal, Marchioness Distar had him contact Nana, which in turn called Lith.

When he arrived to Nana’s house, Ainz was already there, waiting for him.

He was a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a full black robe that covered his entire figure except his head and hands. He had long fingers, pitch black hair and eyes, with some odd black shades that seemed to devour sunlight at contact.

Ainz had sharp, and intelligent features, with a blood red gemstone embroidered on his chest.

"Aside from the tacky gem, that’s the kind of man I would gladly marry one of my sisters to. Too bad he is too old, noble and tacky." Lith thought.

Ainz gave him an odd look, but his eyes didn’t betray any emotion.

"My liege requires you help, young magico. Do you know how to fly?"

Lith nodded, swallowing back a snarky remark.

"Then go in that direction as fast as you can." Ainz pointed at north, northeast.

"I’ll follow you closely."

Lith pretended to cast a personal spell, wriggling randomly his fingers and counting backwards from ten to seven, in English. By mimicking the Ry, he coupled his best flying spell with the slipstream effect one, reaching a speed close to 500 kph (311mph).

It took Ainz only a bit of effort to catch up with him.

"Not bad! Purple mana core guys are really impressive." Both Solus and Lith wanted to see with their own eyes what someone with such talent was capable of.

"Impressive! So young and he already has devised some personal spells. Maybe the old lunatic isn’t so crazy, after all."

When they reached the Marchioness’ house, Ainz moved so fast through all the barriers and guards that Lith didn’t manage to take a proper look around. He had to spend all his energies just to keep up with his pace.

Before he realized it, he was in a fancy parlour. Both nobles stood up at their arrival.

"That was fast, Ainz." The Marchioness seemed pleasantly surprised.

"The young one seems to have more than one ace up his sleeve."

"Is this commenting my skills supposed to be subtle or something? Seriously? How stupid to you take me for?!" Lith was seriously pissed off, but the looks from the Count and his guilty conscience kept his mouth at bay.

The Marchioness gave Lith an abridged version of the story, dragging him to her daughter’s bedroom without giving him the time to think or even express his opinion.

"I get it already! You don’t have any faith in me. Quit dragging me around like a f*cking parcel!" Lith thought.

He was seriously considering failing on purpose, just to get even with her, but from Lark’s troubled face, his instinct could tell that there was more at stake than the life of a girl.

Just from his countenance, Lith could deduce that the Count had exerted a lot of pressure just to get him to that spot. Lark had faith in him, and judging from the Marchioness expression, she was clearly expecting, if not straight wishing, for Lith to fail.

It wasn’t the time to stand on the side-lines anymore, he believed that if the Count assumed he could do it, there shouldn’t be any risk playing his "blessed by the light" card.

After catching his breath, he performed more finger wriggling while counting up from one to three, in English, while activating Invigorate on the poor girl.