Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1012

Chapter 1012 Change of Leadership Part 2

"By the way, you are quite energetic for someone who slaughtered an army of lesser undead by herself just to slay some Ghouls and then heal people without ever taking a break." Friya said.

"I’m surprised as well." Phloria had no idea the time of her Awakening neared. "I’ll go heal as many people as I can before going to sleep. We’re done exploring the caves for today, that’s for sure."

Between taking care of the wounded, repairing the camp’s defenses, and treating the people rescued from the life banks, everyone remained on edge until a few hours later, when the reinforcements arrived.

A single mage Warped outside the barrier and assembled a temporary Warp Gate. It allowed to instantly move the troops from the nearest base to destination and bring the victims of the undead where they could receive all the assistance they needed without compromising the safety of the mission.

"The army really doesn’t spare expenses when crystal veins are involved." Friya yawned while looking at the newcomers.

Even though she had taken a tonic before going to sleep, her body still suffered from the strain of the previous day. Friya had a light headache due to mana abuse and her muscles were sore from the aftereffects of top-grade body enhancing potions.

Feeling her limbs too stiff to be useful in battle, Friya made a mistake, performing stretching exercises in the open. Her Skinwalker armor was still in its combat mode, resembling a tight suit of armor instead of her usual baggy clothes.

The sight of her luscious curves as she wiggled her whole body, the light dancing in her raven black hair framing her features, and her bosom giggling at her every move made a lot of soldiers fall into a stupor.

Some tripped on their own feet, the reinforcements fell onto each other in a comical domino effect, and the Healers poured the potions on their patients’ heads instead of that in their open mouths.

"Nice to meet you, sweet fairy. I’m Sergeant Sfarzen Rosics of the Rosics household." A young man in his early twenties said, offering her the flowers that he was supposed to put on the bodies of the deceased.

Sfarzen was a bit taller than Friya, about 1.68 (5’6"), with dark blonde hair and grey eyes. He was half panting and half speaking because he had rushed to her before someone else could make his move first.

"I’m still new in the army, but my family has enough influence to allow you safe passage back to Feymar and I’m skilled enough to protect you in the case you decided to stay.

"The battlefield is not a place for such a lovely lady like you and I’m willing to put my life at risk just to be worthy of your smile." Sfarzen’s words might have been considered romantic in a bard’s tale, but in real life, they were beyond offensive.

Friya had spent her whole life training in both magic and swordplay, graduating from one of the six great academies and ranking second overall. Yet the man in front of her assumed she was just a soldier, failing to notice anything about her but her appearance.

Ignoring her armor, sword, and the tent she stood in front of was already rude, treating her as a damsel in distress waiting for a hero just added oil to the fire.

"Nice to meet you. I’m Mage Friya Ernas, of the Ernas household, Guildmaster of the Crystal Shield guild." Her voice was stone cold and her words made the hapless youth freeze like a deer in the lights.

The rest of the camp was laughing their ass off at his expenses. Even those who thought she was just a pretty face at first, still respected her status as both an Ernas and a Mage.