Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1487

Chapter 1487 Means and Ends Part 1

Meanwhile, in Deirus’s bedroom, Jirni had just finished calling for backup and Balkor had left for the Desert.

"Just one question. How are we going to explain your puppet stabbing Velan to death in his sleep and the god of death’s presence?" Orion asked, his voice as stone-cold as his gaze while he spoke to his wife.

"Your naivety never ceases to amuse me, dear." Jirni said with a chuckle. "After the events at the funeral, the Royals gave me the authorization to kill Velan. Deal with the undead or not, he was too deranged.

"Now that he had lost his political power, the Royals could finally get rid of him without the risk of escalating the conflict in a civil war. They only asked me to leave enough traces so that the investigation would shift the blame on the undead.

"Of course, with his confession recorded, I have no need to plant evidence anymore." Jirni showed Orion several documents with no names that had been acquired while searching the houses of traitorous nobles that dealt with the Undead Courts that the Royals had ordered her to hid in Velan’s quarters after doing the deed.

"As for Balkor, I edited that part. That’s why I asked you for a "special" recording device. Someone might discover my tampering, but I’m confident that no one will look too deep in the matter. It’s a calculated risk." She replied.

"Like lying to me? Like persuading our daughters to follow your crazy plan?" He said.

"Please, as if they could be trusted. They are as emotional as you and awful actresses at that. I kept them in a stasis pod ever since the gala. Do you remember how you complained about us taking a long time to get changed?" Jirni said.

"Are you telling me that I’ve lived the last few days with meat puppets? That Friya and Phloria have been your prisoners all along?" Orion’s knees buckled up, forcing him to lean against a wall to keep standing.

"Of course. The sealed stasis pods ensure that if anything happens to our children’s puppets, their magical items will lose their imprint just like it happened with Quylla’s." Jirni nodded while making sure that no image of Balkor or of his mysterious powers remained.

"I couldn’t risk their lives in the case that Deirus attempted to kill them as well and I needed you guys to play your part at the funeral. He needed to see your sincere grief to believe that he had beaten me for good.

"That’s why I made them stay home the whole time, keeping them from meeting Lith and Faluel. I couldn’t risk them discovering that there was something wrong with their bodies."

"Well, honey, yours is an amazing plan. Yet there’s something that I’m certain even you have failed to predict." Orion said while inhaling sharply in outrage.

"What?"

"I want a divorce and I want it yesterday. Don’t bother coming back. I’ll send your stuff to the Myrok." The god of the forge warped away after saying to Archon Jirni Ernas things that were too painful even for her to withstand, making her faint on the spot.

***

Gorgon Empire, the city of Nestamaath, Capitol of the Empire, Leegaain’s lair.

The sun rose soon after Deirus’s death, waking Jormun up with its light. Dragons had a mental fortitude on par with that of their body, yet if not for Leegaain’s soothing presence by his side, the Emerald Dragon wouldn’t have recovered so much and so quickly.

"Good morning, son." Leegaain said. "Breakfast?"

"Thanks, Dad. I’m starving." Jormun nodded.

After a hearty meal, Jormun felt better and strong enough to ask for his father’s help.

"I know that I promised Thrud to not expose her presence until the baby is born, but I was out of my mind back then, and endangering countless lives just to keep my word is something that only a kid would do." He said.