Supreme Magus novel Chapter 63

Professor Vastor was true to his word, he brought them to the hospital’s Intensive Care Unit (ICU), and asked them in turns to diagnose the nature of the patients’ condition.

Vastor would take notes about their answers, to confront them with the charts. He wasn’t allowed to gave them scores on their first day, but he didn’t hesitate to harshly reprimand those who missed any detail, humiliating them in front of the class.

Because of the nature of the task, the class was split into two groups, right after each one of them had examined their first patient. The following rounds allowed Vastor to further split the groups based on the students’ degree of expertise. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

In the first group, belonged those who had chosen the Master healer specialization, lured by the prestige the title implied. Yet they lacked either any experience in the healer practice or the resources to have a proper tutor to make up for it.

Vastor was immediately able to spot them, since they were only able to use Vinire Rad Tu, the ubiquitous tier one diagnostic spell.

In the second group, instead, there were snob face, edgy face, young miss, Yurial and all those who had at their disposal a diagnostic personal spell or even more than one.

Much to his surprise, the archmage’s son Yurial was equalled in talent and precision by the snob faced girl, while the young miss and the edgy faced kid ran circles around even them, standing out like hawks among crows.

Especially edgy face had proven to be capable of finding minor details, that even the academy’s Master healers had missed in their diagnosis. It was nothing big, but he was also able to suggest ways to improve their prognosis, hastening the healing process.

Vastor hadn’t arrived at his age and social standing by letting something insignificant, like his personal prejudices or preferences, stand in the way of his best interests.

- "Commoners or not, those two smells of success. Even that snotty faced brat is damn good, if she is able to hold her ground against a pureblood like Yurial. I have always been proud of my knack for recognizing true talent.

I don’t care if the spotlight I’m under is mine or someone’s else. As long I get to maintain my status and position, anything goes. I have to get in their good graces before anyone else.

After they get famous, I would be a nobody. Right now, I’m all their world. Time to jot down some names and remember them properly." -

"I’d say we have some winners." While talking to the top four students, Vastor’s voice had lost any trace of sarcasm and disrespect. He spoke with a soft and amiable tone, like a grandfather talking to his beloved grandkids.

"Would you mind to introduce yourself properly to the class? It would motivate them to work hard enough to compete with you all."

- "If they are delusional enough to believe they even have a sliver of hope, of course." He inwardly sneered. –

In his mind, Vastor had already separated the cream from the milk, and the milk from the p*ss. He was merely being polite.

"My name is Friya Solivar." Like everyone else, she was wearing pants not a skirt, so while doing the curtsy she held up her robe instead.

"My mother is Duchess Solivar, I hope you have heard about her."

Vastor’s eyebrow rose, while he was racking his brain trying to remember.

"Ah, yes. I heard only praises about how she managed to stop that terrible flood last year. Such an ingenious woman was bound to have gifted daughter. I’m sure you have a bright future ahead of you."

He skipped Yurial, he doubted that even those boneheads could have missed him flaunting his status of archmage Deirus’ heir.

After making a few gestures to one of his attendants, Vastor stood in front of the petite girl, smiling kindly.

"My name is Quylla from Cerea. I’m twelve years old." Quylla didn’t know etiquette or how to introduce herself, so she just made a deep bow while sharing what she deemed to be relevant.

"So young yet so skilled! You truly are a diamond in the rough." Vastor received from his attendant a bottle containing a purple liquid, that he gifted to Quylla with a small bow.

"Here, this is one of the best tonics our master Alchemists can prepare. Drink a glass of it every night before going to bed, and you’ll grow up like a mushroom. I’m sure you’ll become a beautiful lady."

Quylla took his bait, line and sinker, blushing up to her ears for the compliments. She had never received anything so precious in her life, so she held the bottle like a baby, stuttering her thanks.

Contrary to his expectations, edgy face had taken out his notebook, literally jotting down what the others had said. He made the brilliant move of using water magic to write instead of a pen.

- "Perfect silent water magic. My gut never fails me." - Vastor’s smile widened, he was sure to have struck a gold mine.

"Showing respect to your competitors is always a smart move, young man."

Following the etiquette books he had stored in Soluspedia, Lith took a step back, in sign of respect towards Professor Vastor, before performing a deep bow.

"I always write down everything that’s significant, to make it easier to remember. The three of them are the only ones worthy of attention, after all."