Supreme Magus novel Chapter 62

The black-haired girl was simply outraged. She belonged to one of the ancient noble families, admired and respected in all the Griffon Kingdom. She had always been treated like a princess of royal blood, no one had ever dared disrespect her.

Now, not only she had to endure all those harsh words, but also had no way to bite back Professor Vastor. Threatening a mage belonging to an academy, was like spitting towards the sky, it would always backfire.

All he had to do, was give her a bad evaluation to put an end to her career as a healer. Having five siblings and being at the bottom of the line of succession, magic was her only redeeming feature.

She could only swallow her pride and answer:

"The lower tiers of light magic have two insurmountable limits. The first being that light magic can only enhance the recovery of the patient. If he/she suffered from an excessive blood loss or is already on the verge of death, healing magic is useless.

The second limit..."

"Okay, enough. Your turn, edgy face." He cut her short, pointing his finger at Lith.

"The second limit is that it cannot regrow lost body parts, be it organs or limbs. Clean cut fingers or extremities can be reattached, but only if well preserved and within an hour from the amputation."

"Correct and correct!" Vastor almost sounded disappointed.

"Now, who can tell me how, hypothetically, the first issue could be solved?" Everyone raised his hand, once again.

"You, with the pauper face." He said to a petite girl with long brown hair, sitting a few desks away from Lith. Because of her small and scrawny build, it was hard to imagine her twelve years old, she looked barely a day past eight.

Clearly, she had suffered from malnutrition for a long time. Lith’s sixth sense told him that the academy’s uniform was probably the first pretty clothes she had ever had.

With all the stress from her first day of academy, the threats and insults from Professor Vastor had been the last straw for her. When she tried to answer, only hiccups came out, she was fighting back her tears.

- "What a d*ck." Lith thought. -

His hand instinctively played with the Ballot, but he didn’t activate it. It was her problem, not his. She had done nothing for him when he had been bullied twice that morning, that made him eager to return to favour.

His movements, though, didn’t escape Professor Vastor eyes.

- "Oh, for f*ck’s sake! I had almost forgot about the bum with the Ballot. If that thing is recording and he bothers reporting me to the Headmaster, I will be in deep sh*t.

Linjos has been crystal clear that professors’ tough love is now considered bullying, and has tried more than once to fire me. He’s just waiting for an excuse to replace me with one of his angry lackeys. Dammit, I’m too old to lose such a good job."-

"I’m so sorry, young miss. I didn’t mean to offend you. There, there. Take your time before answering." His voice was suddenly all milk and honey, offering her a handkerchief from his chest pocket.

Despite her frail looks, she needed but a second to compose herself.

"The only way to do it..." she replied sniffling from time to time.

"...would be to somehow infuse the patient with an external source of life force. But that’s impossible. I worked as a healer since I was six years old, I’ve tried countless spells and always failed.

Light magic cannot create or pass energy, only nourish what is already there."

The whole class nodded.

- "Heck if I know." Lith thought. "The only patients I have ever failed were those that arrived too late for being saved. Not even my true magic could transfuse life force." -

"Correct, young miss!" This time he sounded genuinely happy, the class was starting to think he suffered from severe mood swings.

"And don’t worry, here at the light department we will fix your growth problem in a snap, you have my word." After making sure to be outside hot waters, he resumed his snarky tone.

"The little one is right, light magic cannot do it. No matter how talented the mage or how complex the spell, it’s impossible. Yet tier four light magic can. Anyone wants to take an educated guess?"

The classroom fell silent, no hand was raised.

Professor Vastor sneered at their ignorance, puffing his chest.

"Oh, oh, oh! Seems you still have much to learn. But you have come to the right place. The answer is: it’s only possible by mixing it with darkness magic" _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}