Chapter 799: Manohar's Wife Part 1
"Very bad. Erlik's army grows by the day and the city is akin to a warzone. If not for the fact that all living quarters are heavily enchanted, there would have been countless casualties among civilians." Marth said.
Yet Quylla noticed that he seemed to have gained weight, his face wasn't deadly pale as usual, and even the grey streaks that he had recently gotten on his hair due to stress was returning to their natural color.
"Are you done with your guests, baby? I'm tired of waiting." Ryssa walked out of the bedroom, sitting on Marth's lap while putting her arms around his neck.
She had wheat-blond straight hair, wearing what seemed a light cotton white nightgown, leaving only her delicate shoulders and arms exposed. Her figure was slenderer than Lyta's but not less attractive.
Marth swallowed a lump of saliva in embarrassment. That wasn't like he wanted to be remembered by his students and colleagues.
Duke Marth had never had an easy life ever since taking care of Manohar had become his full-time job. First when the god of healing was still a student and then when Manohar had become his peer.
Cleaning up his messes and keeping his shenanigans under control was something that only a few people were able to do. Even if it was an unpleasant job, Marth was the best at it, so the Royals had dumped the Mad Professor on him.
Manohar managed to escape from time to time, but that was the price the pay to keep him alive and with all of his limbs intact. On top of that, no woman who had ever met Manohar, especially when he barged in Marth's quarters uninvited, which happened quite often and at all hours, had ever been willing to repeat the experience.
Marth had remained a bachelor despite his fame and riches because of it. No noble family wanted to share the table with a man whose best friend put potions in the drinks to use guests as test subjects on a regular basis.
The Headmaster's reputation was so poor that in the academic circles he was referred to as "Manohar's wife".
Back when Linjos was still alive, at least they shared the burden and the responsibility, but after Marth's predecessor passing away, everything now rested on his shoulders, to the point that he had been forced to abandon his magical research completely.
Being back on the field, away from all of his duties as Headmaster, and not having to worry about Manohar anymore, was the closest thing to a vacation he had experienced in over twenty years.
So when Ryssa had made her move on him, the Headmaster didn't think twice before accepting. It was finally time for Marth to experience the springtime of his youth after entrusting the title of Headmaster to Vastor.
Now, he was one of the most powerful and influential men in the entire Griffon Kingdom. Vastor had coveted the position of Headmaster for a long time, yet now that he had achieved it, he was cursing the gods for fulfilling his wish.
Supervising the search for Manohar, taking care of all paperwork for the Academy, supervising the light magic department, all while keeping the students of the White Griffon safe from both internal and external threats was driving him to the grave.
The normally round Professor didn't sleep more than one hour per night, had lost several kilograms, and the number of his wrinkles had doubled since Manohar had left him in charge.
"Curse you, Linjos!" He would scream in the middle of the night. "You always made it look so easy. If Marth doesn't get back soon, either the Queen or the stress will kill me!"
Meanwhile, in Laurel, Marth tried to make Ryssa stand up and failed miserably, having to endure the chuckles of his students.
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