Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1478

Chapter 1478 Lost Magus Part 4

The only sign of weakness Jirni allowed herself was to clench Kamila’s hand in search of support, to gain the strength she needed to carry the burden of the entire Ernas family.

Her children were too distraught to even stand and needed Jirni to comfort them whenever their eyes fell on the closed casket.

Lith envied Jirni, yet he didn’t speak nor did he approach Kamila because he was afraid of what might have happened if he lost control in front of so many witnesses.

Headmaster Marth spoke first as the man who had been Quylla’s Professor, mentor, and the one who had given her first job as Assistant Professor at the Whit Griffon. Manohar and Vastor were beside him, forming an unusual picture.

They had one hand each on either of Marth’s shoulders, to help him keep his composure. Vastor looked like someone who was inwardly praying for someone to attack him and give him a reason to unleash his full power, yet it was an unlikely event.

The Royals had brought the Saefel set and there were so many protections in place that Lith doubted that even one of his Nova spells could put a dent in the barrier surrounding the funeral.

As for Manohar, he looked dead serious for the first time since he had fought Dawn. No one needed to punch or restrain the Mad Professor to keep him from running away or speaking out of place.

Seeing him shut up and be civil was beyond amazing, especially considering that he had left his mother home, to not put her into danger.

Once Marth was done, Manohar said a few words.

"Quylla Ernas was born an orphan, with nothing to her but a name someone else had chosen and a few clothes that other people had tossed away. Yet she didn’t let any of it affect her path in life.

"Even though she was born amid trash, dressed with trash, and fed with trash to the point of almost dying of malnourishment, she turned what others threw away into a treasure.

"She picked up the books that others were too stupid to understand and became a self-taught magico first, then a healer, and then she enrolled in the prestigious White Griffon academy, where even the children of noble and magical bloodlines can only dream to enter.

"Quylla’s life can be summarized with two words. Magic and will. Will gave her the strength to rise above the dumb masses while magic gave her the means to fix her life one bit at a time.

"At the academy, she found more than education. She found friends, a family, and colleagues that loved her. I want to remind all of them that our Quylla didn’t die, she has been taken away from us.

"When I find the person who hired the Loser Magus, and I will because I never fail, I pray to the gods that none of you will try to stop me. I hate attending to funerals and I would hate even more causing another."

While Vastor was giving his eulogy, Archmage Deirus and some of his most loyal retainers walked near the fringe of the barrier surrounding the funeral site. They all dressed in bright colors as if they were at a party, speaking loudly without a care in the world.

They stopped walking for a moment while Deirus savored his final victory. Orion’s tears, the people’s wails, the fury twisting Lith’s face, and even Jirni’s stone expression were akin to a victory march to him.