"I need you to showcase your skills as a mage, not as a brawler, against someone who is a universally recognized paragon of skill and in front of enough witness to dispel any doubt about your ability to perform such miracles." Meron said.
"Do you want him to fight? Right here and now?" Jirni was flabbergasted
Not only was such a request unprecedented, but failure to comply or win would also destroy the many years of Lith’s hard work. It would potentially turn the youngest Archmage of his generation into another Nana.
’Dammit! Between my projects with Vastor, protecting my family, and my job, the lack of communication between the Ernas Arch Duchy and the Distar Marquisate allowed Deirus to beat me.
’If only Mirim was still alive, she would’ve taken care of this nonsense, or at least she would have warned me and I would have done the rest. Either my network of spies has been compromised or the chaos following Mirim’s death crippled it.’ Jirni thought.
"Correct, Archon Ernas." The King nodded. "Archmage Verhen, if you accept my unreasonable and untimely request, you are going to fight one of your peers, another Archmage, and you can only use magic.
"Anything that even resembles a physical attack will result in your immediate defeat. I’m sorry and proud to say that just like people call Manohar the Never Magus, they also call you the Soldier Magus.
"It’s not your physical strength we’re questioning, only your magical talents."
"What if I refuse?" Lith asked.
"I wouldn’t be able to give you nor to any of your associates any award tonight and Archmage Kwart would receive the Royal authorization to review all of your past reports and actions while you were both a student and a Ranger." The King replied.
Jirni draw Lith close, whispering to his ear all the possible consequences that his fall from grace would cause.
’I don’t give a shit about tonight’s rewards, but I can’t compromise everyone’s career, the future Verhen Mansion, and the security of my family in one fell swoop. On top of that, it would also affect the kids’ chances of joining an academy and even Kamila!’ Lith’s fury rose to a point that he needed to close his eyes to conceal it.
"I accept. Who do I have to fight and how?"
"This is a Royal Gala, not a gladiator arena. We are going to introduce the event as a friendly spar meant to showcase your talents." Meron said. "Of course, no magic outside tier zero will be allowed. It’s also prohibited to hurt, cripple, or kill the opponent.
"The Kingdom can’t afford to lose a single Archmage so we’ll use a First Blood array and elemental blocking arrays of all elements, to avoid accidents." The King threw a mean look at Onia, who pretended not to notice.
"Archmage Verhen, know that I, Meron Griffon, have absolute faith in your talents and loyalty, yet as a King, I can’t afford such a luxury. I’m not a tyrant and I must abide by the laws of the First King like everyone else in this room."
"Thanks, Your Majesty." Lith gave him a deep bow while Jirni enjoyed the Headmistress’ scowl.
Meron’s words meant that he still sided with Lith and that he had no intention to implement harsh punishments. On top of that, the King had also reminded Onia of the powers that the law bestowed upon him.
"Your opponent will be Archmage Kwart. His achievements are undeniable and he is the youngest Chairman that the Association had in decades." Meron had been forced to pick the youngest Archmage among the Deirus’s faction to clear any doubt.
Archmages were rare to start with and anyone who was considered having a good impression of Lith might have been suspected of losing on purpose. The King had chosen Kwart for several reasons.
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