Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1143

Chapter 1143 Burden of the Past Part 1

"Do you have any idea how far you might have gotten in the army if your name was Verhen?" Almost everyone he knew had said such a thing to Trion more than once.

Trion would have liked to object that he wanted to rely solely on his talent, but that would make him a hypocrite. He and his colleagues whined on a daily basis about how easier it was for noble kids to become officials and wished they came from better families.

Thanks to Lith’s achievements, Trion’s family was now one of the most respected and influential among the new magical bloodlines, yet he had renounced all the power that the Verhen name bore just because of blind pride.

’I should change my name into Moron Dumbstar.’ Trion thought. ’Only when I heard about Mom and Dad being besieged by the undead, after waiting hours to know if they were alright, did I realize how stupid I have been.

’The army refused to disclose any information to me because I’m not part of the family. I had to wait until the news came out on the army’s interlink to know what had happened.

’I never picked Mom’s contact rune, so even now that I’ve got my own communication amulet, I can’t talk to her. What could I tell her anyway? Saying sorry now that Lith has become an Archmage and his family is under Royal protection would seem opportunistic at best.

’My new brother and my niece don’t know me because I never bothered being part of their life. Heck, I don’t even know if after two years I’ve got a new sibling or-’

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A nice-looking woman said.

There were plenty of empty seats that late in the bar so picking the spot right next to him had to be a pick-up line. Trion nodded as an adrenaline rush cleared his head and allowed him to take a good look at the stranger.

She was about 1.61 meters (5’3") tall, with shoulder-length light brown hair and eyes. Judging by her long pencil skirt and white shirt with a few small ink stains on its cuffs, she had to work in an office.

"Long day at work?" He asked while casually touching his breast pocket and activating a device that would buzz in the presence of undead. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

The woman was very cute, but a bit too pale and with huge bags under her eyes. Trion suspected her of being a thrall fishing for information so he took care of not letting her touch him.

"You have no idea." She yawned, stretching her slender limbs and making her breasts push against the soft fabric of the shirt in a way that dried Trion’s throat despite his paranoia.

"I’m just done with overtime and it’s the third time this week that I have to stay up late. I’m sorry if I bothered you, but I need a drink and I’m afraid of being alone. Gods, reading reports about undead all the day plays tricks on your mind." She emptied her glass in one gulp, ordering a refill and something to eat.

Hearing her story put Trion at ease. Those days, many people sat beside him because the uniform he wore made them feel safe and after looking around the bar, he had to admit that in the woman’s shoes he would have done the same.

Only drunkards and thug-looking men were left at that hour, making even a respectable bar like the Golden Unicorn a dangerous place for a woman.

"Proudstar?" The woman giggled so hard reading the tag on his breast pocket that she spilled part of her drink. "Let me guess, you picked it up yourself after one drink too many."

"Guilty as charged. My name is Trion, nice to meet you." He gave her a small bow, regretting how easy it was to guess the shameful origin of his family name.