Supreme Magus novel Chapter 99

After finishing the lessons, everyone was in Quylla’s room, waiting for Yurial to begin practicing dimensional magic. Lith was very nervous, tapping with his foot while counting the seconds.

"Where the heck is he?" He grumbled.

"We have been waiting for him for..." Lith realized that without the sun, he had no idea how much time had passed.

- "Barely ten minutes." – Solus mind-rolled her eyes at his impatience.

"Over ten minutes! It doesn’t take that long to fly over here. Maybe we should start on our own."

"Why so anxious? Don’t tell me that you let that Rudd guy get under your skin." Friya mocked him playfully.

"He can believe whatever he wants. As long as he judges the students semi-fairly is fine by me. I don’t fear the Professor, as much as his subject. Is nothing like I ever done before, and I will not relax until I know I can do it."

"Is the same for all of us, yet you are the only one freaking out. Do you know why?"

- "Because you are all a bunch of children that still believe in unicorns and rainbows. In real life, only results matter. No one cares for the reason why you failed or succeeded. The magical power of friendship has never solved anything, unless in works of fiction." –

"Because despite all of your talent, you are so single-minded on a task at hand to become obsessive. Ten minutes aren’t going to affect our chances with dimensional magic. Try to relax. Sometimes one has to stop and smell the roses.

Who knows, maybe he has met someone special. I mean, any other guy I know would be delighted to be in your place, surrounded by girls. Yet you just nag all the time like my grandpa."

Lith didn’t miss her poking Quylla’s back, probably to encourage her to say something instead of staring at her own toes. She had been awfully silent since he had entered her room.

- "Is not like there’s something embarrassing around. This place is as empty as mine. I wonder if I was so awkward at her age too." –

Despite she really wanted to join the conversation, Solus kept silent. Having access to all of his memories, she knew that the twelve years old Derek’s past was better forgotten. There was only pain and misery there.

"I’m flattered by your feelings." Lith replied. "But it’s better if we stay friends. It’s not you, it’s me."

Friya was left speechless, while Phloria was rolling on the bed laughing.

"KD after the first move! You better stay down, sister."

Before Friya could scold the two of them, they heard knocking on the door.

Lith quickly opened it, eager to begin, letting a groggy Yurial walk inside. He was leaning on the wall just to stand on his feet. His eyes were semi closed, like he was about to fall asleep any moment.

"Are you drunk?" It was the only explanation he could find. Yurial shook his head, while Lith helped him reach the bed. He clearly needed to sit down.

While the other girls started worrying, asking him what was wrong, Quylla used one of her personal diagnostic spells, finding that he was perfectly fine, just like Lith did with Invigoration while supporting him.

"He is not drunk." She said. "For some reason Yurial has barely the strength to walk."

"I can easily fix that." By using a tier four light spell, Lith gave him some of his life force.

Yurial finally managed to speak, telling them what had happened, down to the last detail.

"That b*astard beat me so hard that the healing spell drained all my remaining energy. I had to fight just to put one foot in front of the other. It’s a miracle I managed to get here without fainting."

"What a scheming son of a swine!" Phloria snapped.

"By healing you not only he covered his tracks, but also left you so weak that even if you managed to call for help, it would have been too late. He can be anywhere at this point."

"Yeah. I need to inform my father of what happened. If I were you, I’d do the same. You come from a magic bloodline too, I’m surprised they didn’t try to recruit you already."

Lith was shocked contemplating all the possible consequences. It was ironic how he and Quylla were the least affected from the sudden turn of events. Being commoners, they had no value in a political struggle, at least for the moment. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}