Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1692

Manohar prodded it with a mix of air and light magic to alter its metabolism. The hair turned from red into blonde and then dark.

Small sparks of electricity induced spasms into the "hair" instead of burning it, allowing the god of healing to employ Body Sculpting on the otherwise impervious life force.

"How do you change the color at will?" Quylla asked.

"I don't. I just trigger the memory centers while it's still stunned and the little guy does the rest." Manohar replied.

"Memory centers? Guy?" Quylla could see what the Mad Professor meant with her own tier five Body Sculpting spell, Silver Hand, but she had a hard time believing her own magic.

Hair wasn't supposed to have a life force once removed from the head, nor to have memory, yet the thing in front of her was alive. Quylla had examined the life force of plants, beasts, undead, humans, monsters, and even Lith's but all that knowledge only confused her even more.

The hair was composed of a homogeneous substance capable of rearranging its disposition freely as long as it was provided with a proper template.

What creeped her out the most was the fact that even once removed from the main body, the small hair still retained some sort of consciousness and the urge to reconnect with the rest.

Quylla could see the strands of hair slithering on the table in the direction of the Marquis' home.

"Any idea what it is?" She asked.

"None." Manohar sighed. "If only it had more mass I could put a few theories to the test, but as it is, the only possible result is death. Unless…"

He threw the hair that Jirni had taken from the butlers on top of that from Phisa, hoping they would merge since their life force was almost identical, yet nothing happened.

"Dammit!" He roared in frustration. "So close and yet so far. We can only hope that Beanpole and Hot Stuff have more luck, Quylla."

"Wait, I understand you remember my mother's name, but why do you remember mine as well?" She asked.

"Because Beanpole isn't a student of mine, Hot Stuff squandered her talent as a healer, and if not for Jirni, I would have already forgotten that Jirni's plus one exists. You instead are a good student, a good healer, and a wonderful assistant." Manohar said.

Quylla had no idea what he was talking about. Sure, back when she was assistant Professor at the White Griffon she had worked for him for a while. Yet after doing Manohar's paperwork, teaching his classes, and taking the blame for his escapes for months without learning anything from him, Quylla had requested to be transferred under Vastor.

There was no comparison in the talent between the two Professors, but at least Vastor would do his own job and teach her as much as he could instead of leaving unreadable notes on her desk, claiming they were priceless magical secrets.

'I bet that he has yet to notice both my transfer and the fact that I don't work at the White Griffon anymore.' Quylla thought.

"More mass, you say? Then I have a theory that could easily fix this problem." She cut a lock of her hair and threw it on the table.

The test subjects ignored it and so they did with a drop of her blood and a slab of raw meat.