Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1267

Chapter 1267 - Copycat (Part 1)

"Let the Marchioness know of my situation." Lith had never forgotten about Lady Distar’s barrette that shielded her magical talent from detection.

According to Orion, cloaking devices were a state secret that couldn’t be given out without the permission of the Royals. Marchioness Distar was supposed to be just a medium rank noble, yet she had one and even pretended to not have magical powers.

Lith didn’t know that she actually was the Lord Commander of the Queen’s Corps and a personal friend of the Queen, but during his time at the academy, he had understood that her role in the Kingdom wasn’t as simple as it appeared.

"Kami, the Count is right. Can you dig up information about Meln, Orpal, or whatever name he uses now?" Lith asked.

"I can, but not from here and not now. I’m on leave and to access the Constable network while not being part of any investigation would raise a flag in the system." She replied.

"There’s no rush." Lark dismissed the issue with a wave of his hand. "Now that Lith is here I doubt Meln will dare show his face. Even if he does, I’m certain that digging for information or for a grave will be equally easy."

The nobleman steel gaze and Lith’s nod in reply told the two women that they weren’t joking.

"How are you faring, dear Lark?" Lith tried to lighten the mood after noticing the shocked expression of his companions.

"Retirement is good, you should give it a try. My children have grown into fine administrators and their Counties are thriving while I’m free to spoil my grandkids." Lark moved the communication amulet, to show them a series of family paintings depicting five happy-looking children of different ages.

Among his many hobbies, Lark had a knack for painting.

"I’m glad to see that the Lark bloodline is safe." Lith said with a smile while remembering about his short stay at the Count’s manor as a child.

"Maybe and maybe not." Lark chuckled and showed Lith a small piece of paper that he used as a bookmark.

It had a single word written on it: Past.

"What the heck? This isn’t a joking matter, that’s Balkor’s warning!" Its sight sent a cold shiver down Tista’s spine.

Ilyum Balkor, the god of death, was the bogeyman who had terrorized the Griffon Kingdom for eleven years. He had single-handedly put the whole country on its knees by slaughtering the upper echelons of the most important institutions every year on the anniversary of the death of his family.

"No, it’s not." Lark shook his head. "A lot of maniacs use Balkor’s signature card to play stupid pranks or send death threats. I sent it to the Balkor Department, just to be sure, and they confirmed my suspicions.

"The paper is wrong, the ink is wrong, the handwriting is wrong. I mean, why would Balkor resent me? I’m no one and he didn’t live in L.u.s.tria. This is just the sick joke of some psycho."

"Let’s hope you are right." Lith didn’t feel as calm as the Count. The only time he had faced Balkor’s undead army, he had almost lost Protector and his life force had been crippled as result.

"Soon there will be a Royal gala for reasons that I cannot disclose as of yet, but I would like to bring both you and the Marchioness as my guests."

"It will be my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e." Lark nodded. "My heart hopes it’s about your engagement announcement but cold logic dictates it must be about another one of your insane achievements."