Supreme Magus - Chapter 410

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Blood Desert, Salaark's tent . An hour after the Death Star's destruction .

Salaark hated having unexpected guests . Ruling the biggest of the three great Countries, slaying Abominations, and keeping the borders safe were all full time jobs she did by herself .

They left her little free time that she enjoyed spending tending her personal matters . New fashions designs, love interests, books, magic, martial arts training, patronage of the arts were only a few of her many activities .

Unlike the other two Guardians, Overlord Salaark hadn't detached herself from human society . Quite the contrary, she was deeply invested in it and kept herself active in many fields . In a sense, she was the most human of the three .

That was the reason she hated guests . Every second she spent solving someone else's problem was a second wasted . Soon she would resume her duties, no matter how much fun she had or missed .

Her furious expression released enough killing intent to turn any sane man's hair white . Yet her guests were unaffected . Tyris has seen her in way worse moods and Glamus's hair was already grey .

Salaark had the appearance of a stunning woman in her mid twenties . She had silky black waist long hair, emerald eyes and a bronze tinge of skin so clear that it seemed to emit a gentle radiance .

She sat on her throne, wearing a flaming scarlet robe, the Blood Desert equivalent of a cocktail dress, that left exposed her fair shoulders and her crossed legs from a side slit . The beer in her right hand was getting warm, while the food on her plate was getting cold .





"You disappointed me greatly, Glamus Clein . You did not only violate my laws, but you also brought shame upon me and interrupted my first party in a month . What do you have to say for yourself?"

"He was my only relative . " The old man cried, yet his voice remained steady . "I know I shouldn't have Awakened him, but I couldn't stand watching the last of my kin die . "

"That's not the issue . " She stood up in anger, making the ground quake .

"An imbecile like Treius wouldn't be able to devise a multi function array even in a thousand years . He used your library to learn Kadurian language, your resources to set the array, your Warp Gate to cross the borders . Why didn't you stop him?"

"He was young and foolish, my Overlord . I hoped that he would learn from his mistakes . That seeing the horrors of Kaduria would turn the boy into a man . Someone worthy of inheriting my legacy . "

Glamus was old even by Awakened ones's standards . He had spent centuries amassing power and wealth, but with his death approaching, he realized that nothing of him would be left . He had no family nor apprentices .

The world would forget about him the moment he passed away .

"Please, spare my life and I'll be your loyal servant . I need to find an heir . I refuse to die without leaving a single trace on Mogar . No one knows my name or my achievements . " He said bowing down with his head pressing against the floor .






"Youth is Treius's excuse, but what's yours?" Salaark replied .

"Because of you, the Griffon Kingdom now has learned about one of my arrays . You almost unleashed a cursed object upon my lands, even though you knew how even researching them is against the law . You are not an asset, only a liability . "

A light flickered in her eyes and a purple flame set Glamus ablaze . It turned his body into ashes before he could even scream, yet left his clothes and all of his enchanted items intact .

"Old fool . He knew that the reason the Blood Desert has no lost cities is because of me . I'm not a softie like the two of you . " She said to Tyris .

"I keep track of certain materials and if I catch someone creating a cursed object, I kill them along with everyone involved . Even the merchants that supplied them with the resources . "

"What will happen to his legacy?" Tyris asked .

"I'll have it collected and examined to see if there something worth using in my schools of magic . The rest will become part of my personal collection . Once you have collected your share, of course . "

Tyris was both the offended party and the one that had captured the rogue Awakened . According to the Guardians' treaties, she was entitled to half the spoils .

"Well, time to get back to the party . Do you want to join?"





"No, thanks . I have still much to do today . " Tyris replied with a grateful smile .

"Still grieving after all these years? You need to get a life . Spend too much time alone and it'll breed desperation . You have seen how desperation leads to madness . " Salaark pointed at the ashes dirtying her carpet .

"The lizard at least has his apprentice, daughter, whatever, but what about you? You pass your days locked up in a basement with no contact with the outside world except for those fake Awakened of yours . When was the last time you had fun? Live it up for once!"

"When I was still the queen . " Tyris sighed . A wave of her hand turned her dress into a copy of Salaark's robe, except it was silver colored .

"I like your style, sister . " Salaark linked her arm to Tyris's and led the way .

***

City of Belius, now .

Lith checked his pocket watch for the time . It was a magical item he had crafted while he was working as Assistant Professor at the academy . Aside from the army and the Mage Association, very few used clocks .

Because of its complex function, a watch needed to be made of silver and required a green magic crystal . Like any other enchanted object, only the one imprinting it could use it . Between the materials and the craftmanship, they cost a pretty penny .

Hence they were considered too expensive for their use . Commoners made their own schedule while nobles preferred sundials and hourglasses .

'Seven sharp . Let's hope I'm not overdressed nor underdressed compared to her . The first impression is vital . ' Lith was wearing a beige coat over a red shirt and white pants .

He loved dressing in dark colors, especially in black . Unluckily, all the women in his life, from his mother to his last girlfriend, agreed on them making Lith look like a mortician . Light colors emphasized his brown eyes and olive skin, instead .

Kamila was already there . She was talking with Xilo, the receptionist, and he seemed to be a really funny guy since Lith could hear her laugh through the solid wood door .

"Sorry to keep you waiting . Have you been here for long?" Lith inwardly cursed at the apparently unreliable pocket watch .

"Don't worry, I arrived early . Xilo here was telling me an unbelievable story about a mage so stingy to make faces while reading the menu . "

"Sounds like a piece of work of a guy . " He said while nailing Xilo with a stare that held the promise of an excruciating death . The poor receptionist avoided the need of changing his pants only because when Kamila turned toward Lith the killing intent disappeared .

"Let's go, I've already chosen our table . " She took his hand and dragged him to the adjacent room .

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