Supreme Magus - Chapter 433

Chapter 433






Kamila had never been summoned in a Commander's office except when she had been promoted from Second to First Lieutenant . After years of hard work, she hoped Berion would give her an opportunity to prove her worth .

'I don't want to spend my life being an analyst and a handler . ' She thought while giving him a salute .

Commander Berion was a man in his early thirties, 1 . 8 (5'11") meters tall with pitch-black hair and eyes . His pale blue uniform could resemble a high-end coat with a standing collar over pants of matching quality and color .

The only distinguishing features were the Commander silver epaulets on his shoulders and the insignias above his heart .

"At ease, Lieutenant . " Berion said while inventing her to sit down .

He didn't mince words describing how bad was Othre's crisis nor how important was for the army to not lose in the ongoing power play .

"I need someone to keep me constantly updated on the situation . Someone with the necessary sensitivity and competence to make use of every opening to bring the balance back in our favor .

"I can't rely on Ranger Verhen alone . He's barely able to give three reports a day and I'm afraid his judgment on this matter may be compromised . I've already made the mistake of relying on second-hand information and paid the price for it .

"Do you think you can rise to the occasion?"

"Of course, Sir . " She said with confidence, even though she wanted to puke .





'This isn't what I've hoped for, this is politics . The army and the Association are more worried about their measuring contest than about the lives of the inhabitants of Othre . If I refuse, I can kiss goodbye to any future chance of being promoted . ' She inwardly sighed .

Kamila Warped from Belius to the army's headquarters in Othre . There she found a stagecoach waiting for her that went straight for the outer rim .

"I think there is a mistake . " She said to the Desk Sergeant accompanying her .

"Shouldn't we go to the Association's branch?"

"No, ma'am . Our orders are to bring you to Ranger Verhen's quarters . You'll be debriefed together once the rest of the team arrives . "

'Son of a…' Kamila inwardly cursed . 'The Commander doesn't need a liaison officer with the Association . He wants to exploit our relationship . Now I understand why he picked me and why that ridiculous claim about Lith's judgment being compromised .

'I'm just a fucking honey trap! I remember something about an Academy sweetheart, probably the Association is playing the same game . I've never been so humiliated in all my life . '

Never before did Kamila resent the army . Her colleagues were her family and her job as an analyst was all she had . In her head, the images of her mother and the Commander overlapped .

Both didn't care for her feelings or her career and were only interested in exploiting her for their ends . She wanted to cry, but aside from turning paler, her face displayed no emotion .


'Gods, I'm so stupid . I should have understood it earlier and turned down the offer . Now either I help the Commander to manipulate Lith or I tell him the truth and risk losing my job . '





Albeit brief, the journey seemed to never come to an end . Kamila was torn between her sense of self-preservation and to rise above that mess by doing the right thing . When the stagecoach reached the Swan's Song, she had yet to make her mind .

"Excuse me, what room is Ranger Verhen staying in?" She asked the receptionist, a short man about Lith's age who looked at her in a funny way .

"Room 201, the honeymoon suite . He is about to have lunch with his missus . Who do I have to announce?" The man replied .

At those words, Kamila really had enough bullshit for one day . She ignored the receptionist's question and went straight for the suite . She knocked at the door in a frenzy to the point she almost fell forward when it was abruptly opened .

"Kamila? What are you doing here?" She barely registered that Lith seemed surprised and happy to see her before all hell broke loose .

Sitting on the king-size unmade bed there was the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen . She was 1 . 76 (5'9") meters tall with waist-length auburn hair that had several shades of red .

Tista's oval face and her delicate features only emphasized the perfect proportions of her curvy body . Kamila was left speechless, incapable to decide if to be angry, envious, or just hope to wake up and discover it had all been a nightmare .

"Oh gods! Is she really that Kamila?" The fairy seemed happy to see her .

"Nice to meet you, Kamila . I'm Tista, Lith's sister . " At those words Kamila discovered to be able to breathe again, her lungs were just starting to burn .

"His sister? He never told me you were so…" She had no idea how to put it into words without making it sound a pick-up line .

"Thanks . " Tista giggled . "You are identical to the image he showed us, that's how I recognized you . "





Lith waved his arms behind Kamila's back while mouthing Tista to shut up .

"Us who?" Kamila did her best to smile back and not blush .

"The whole family . Our niece, Leria, even asked if you are a princess . "

Lith facepalmed hard as Kamila turned beet red .

"T-Thanks . " She stuttered . "So, Lith can create images of people, not only flowers?" She asked, eager to change the topic .

"Flowers? Did he gift you the camellia?" Tista asked, making the situation even worse . Another facepalm ensued .

"Did he really name it after me?" Both Lith and Kamila were unable to look at each other in the eyes .

"Well yes, but actually no . " Tista said trying to correct the mess she finally realized to have created .

"That's how I call it because I really like your name and I think it would suit the magic flower . "

"Thanks, you are too kind . Can I use the bathroom for a second?" The moment Lith pointed the way, Kamila closed the door behind her and sat on the bathtub edge not knowing whether to laugh or cry .

"At least he is not married . " She mumbled to herself .

"Smooth move . " Lith whispered with a voice oozing sarcasm . "Why you didn't tell her that Mom wouldn't mind the age gap if we gave her a grandchild, while you were at it?"

"I'm sorry, but it's the first time since Phloria that I meet your girlfriend . I got carried away . " She whispered back .

"For the love of… Don't call her my girlfriend . " Lith was fighting the urge to strangle his own sister . "If she hears that, she'll dump me like a bad habit . "

They ordered another serving and consumed their meal in awkward silence until they received a call from Mage Felhorn inviting them to the Association's headquarters to be debriefed about the crisis with the rest of the team .

Dorian led them to the morgue in the basement, where dozens of corpses occupied long lines of metal scaffolds . They belonged to people of different ages, gender, and social class . The only thing they had in common was the lack of any kind of wound .

The girls gasped while Lith's attention was drawn to a familiar figure in his late twenties, with black hair and shades of silver . He was around 1 . 74 meters (5'9") meters tall and a slender build .

He was standing near a metal stretcher the occupant of which was covered by a heavy blanket .

"Professor Manohar . " Lith was happy to break the silence . "Nice to meet you again . How come this time you didn't disappear?"

Manohar attempted to answer but someone else beat him to it .

"Believe me, he tried . " Said Jirni Ernas raising her right arm and revealing the cuffs linking the two of them .

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