Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1146

Chapter 1146 White Cores and Crystals Part 2

"They can’t. You’re my Mom! Mine!" Baby Solus treasured the few moments of the day she spent with her mother so much that she found outrageous even the idea of sharing them with someone else.

"Exactly. By giving her a name, he sealed their union and Tyris gave him those artifacts to make sure that Valeron would always return to her, no matter the enemy he faced." Menadion said.

"She doesn’t love him much. She did a bad job. Maybe that’s why uncle Valeron was sad." Solus pointed at the sword with a confused face.

"It’s the second time you say that. What do you mean?" Menadion and her husband, Threin, argued a lot because she would often bring Solus with her in the Forge.

Threin often scolded the first Royal Forgemaster for not spending enough time with their daughter and for teaching her too much about Forgemastering and too little about everything else.

While her husband wanted Solus to have a normal life, Menadion was proud of her daughter’s magical talent and nurtured it daily. Solus already knew the basics of Forgemastery, which made Threin furious and Menadion wonder why she criticized a Guardian’s work so harshly.

"Red crystals are crap, orange are farts, and yellow are piss. A real Forgemaster doesn’t work with them, they just throw them away." Baby Solus repeated the words she had heard Menadion say many times to her apprentices while teaching them Crystalsmithing.

Menadion turned to a bright shade of purple, thinking that Threin had got a point.

"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, please never say that again, especially in front of Dad." Menadion held Baby Solus’s face in her hands, forcing the child to look her in the eyes to understand how serious she was.

’Mom’s hands are so soft and warm.’ The sleeping Solus kept crying, but this time it was out of joy.

Menadion’s love filled the void that she feared her first life had been. She finally knew her origins and why in all of her memories she was so obsessed with Forgemastery.

’I just didn’t want to let Mom down.’ Solus thought. ’I’m proud and competitive even now so it’s no surprise that back then I did my best to shine above her many disciples.

’In one of my earliest memories, Mom said that she wanted me to become the next Ruler of the Flames. Probably I worked so hard because I didn’t want to lose to my rivals and I did my best to become the heir of her legacy.’ Yet those joyful thoughts raised unsettling questions.

’What happened to my Dad and why do I have no memory of siblings?’

"I promise." Baby Solus’s voice snapped her out of it. "But it’s still a piss poor job."

"Don’t say that either!" Menadion cursed her big mouth and promised herself to listen to Threin more. "Also, it’s not a bad job. It’s a masterpiece that even Mommy is trying to replicate to make her tower finally work."

"Then are red crystals good? Did you lie to your apprentices?" The more Baby Solus heard, the more confused she was.

"No, they are cr- weak." Menadion bit her tongue to stop herself in time. "Tyris would never use weak crystals for her husband, just like Mom does for your clothes."

Menadion tapped on the child’s chest who lowered her head, allowing Solus to notice that all the buttons of her dress were actually violet crystals.