Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1782

Chapter 1782 - The Day Of Fate (Part 2)

Ever since the day of Manohar's death, he felt as if he had turned from the sun that shone on his family into a storm cloud that threatened their safety.

His mood was gloomy and he avoided the village as well, knowing that he was this close to making Lutia true to its nickname and turning it into a graveyard.

On the day of the wedding, Lith was glad to take a break from his work, hoping to relieve his mind from the pain thanks to the presence of his friends.

"I hate to bother you, but Friya invited me as her plus one and I don't have a suit. Can I borrow one from you?" Nalrond asked while Lith was checking himself in the mirror.

"Sure, take your pick." Lith was looking for warm colors that would mitigate the cold expression that he seemed incapable of removing from his face.

"Thanks. Who are you bringing with you? Kamila? Phloria? Faluel? The Princess?" The suits were all too big for Nalrond but even a relatively cheap Skinwalker armor could resize them to tailor-fitting for the Rezar.

"Kamila is the bridesmaid, going to a wedding with Phloria would send the wrong message, and I can't let Faluel meet Vastor in a house full of Abominations without putting the Council against the Professor.

"That's why I invited Peonia as my date. I want to thank her for her support and use this opportunity to reinforce our public image as a couple. Solus agreed with my decision and she's coming as well." Lith replied.

"She is? I thought that, without a mana geyser, her body could last only for a short while." Nalrond picked a black suit that complemented his bronze skin but made the current Lith look like an angry mortician.

"Correct, but Vastor's house is built on a mana geyser. On top of that, we have added an enchantment to the Sage Staff that shrinks it to the size of a pendant. Solus will wear it on a necklace and hold her human form as long as she wants." Lith replied.

Under his deep blue Archmage robe, Lith wore the high uniform of the Kingdom. It was comprised of a deep blue jacket with golden epaulets, deep blue mid-waisted black trousers with a trim comprised of two silk stripes to conceal the outer seams, and black shoes.

He wore a silver brooch shaped like a Griffon with emeralds for eyes on the collar of his white shirt and the gold embroideries on the lapels of his jacket were shaped like feathers.

"Wow. You look great, man. Are you sure you aren't going to marry today?" Nalrond admired Lith's broad shoulders and his lean yet muscular body that the tight-fitting suit accentuated.

"This is just my ceremonial suit. Did Solus tell you about my conversation with Vastor?"

"No. What did he tell you?" The Rezar had actually listened to a conversation between Zinya and Elina while they daydreamed of the eventuality that two marriages would take place on that same day.

"Never mind." Lith walked out of his room to check on the rest of his family.

Raaz and Senton were ready, pacing around in their suits, while the women of the family had yet to finish their respective preparations. Aran and Leria had yet to dress because formal clothes were akin to torture to them.