Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1974

Chapter 1974: Royal Showdown (part 2)

‘At least by dressing like this we didn’t lose face to Salaark and Verhen will have to treat us with the respect that honorable guests deserve.’ The King said while moving forward.

What they found a few rooms later, left them gawking even more than the news of Leegaain’s child.

Lith walked toward them, wearing a simple white robe of the Desert. Between his dark skin and his clothes dirty with soot and the remains of magical ingredients, he looked no different from one of the many mages they had met on their way.

“King Meron, Queen Sylpha. It’s a pleasure to meet you again.” Lith said while giving them a polite bow suitable when meeting peers, without a shred of deference. “I’m sorry for being late, but Grandma told me of your coming at the last minute and I was in the middle of an experiment.”

“What happened to your etiquette?” Salaark inhaled sharply and poked at his forehead. “You can’t call me Grandma in front of our Royal guests. I’m Overlord Salaark for you now.”

“I’m sorry, Grand- I mean, Overlord Salaark.” He gave her a bow much deeper than the one to the Royals.

What Meron and Sylpha witnessed scared them to the bone.

Salaark had scolded him with the familiarity of a parent instead of an offended ruler. Lith was so used to enjoying such a degree of freedom and confidence in the Overlord’s domain that he had forgotten his manners.

Worst of all, however, was his aura.

Ever since they had met Lith for the first time, they had become accustomed to his cold eyes, his recurring frown, and the subtle waves of power that he seemed incapable of repressing.

Now, however, they couldn’t feel anything from him.

His eyes were clear, his expression serene, and his aura was as placid as the surface of a lake during a spring day. The calm scared them more than any storm because it could mean only one thing.

The angry boy they had met had turned into a man who was in complete control of his emotions.

The lack of any magical aura could only mean that during his second stay in the Desert, Lith had mastered his mana flow. It was the only possible explanation for such a harmless appearance despite his recent breakthrough.

They remembered well that in Tyris’ hologram he had grown to 25 meters (82′) of height and had a violet aura. Those were the signs of an adult Divine Beast, yet if not for their prior knowledge, they would have never recognized an Archmage in the person in front of them.

“Would you like to oversee our treaties, my Overlord? You would be our esteemed guest.” Lith asked.

“Thanks, but I’m afraid that my presence would be inappropriate. This is an official business of the Griffon Kingdom and I’m merely its host. I don’t want either you or the Royals to feel pressured due to my meddling.” Salaark led them to a finely decorated room.

The ceiling was over 30 meters (100 feet) high, allowing a fully grown Divine Beast to move with ease. A long rectangular mahogany table was set in the middle of the room with many chairs lined on either side in equal numbers.

Along the walls, there were bookshelves filled with tomes about the laws of the three great countries and border maps. Several cabinets contained paper sheets and plenty of ink to redact official documents, no matter the length.