Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2329

"Friya and Phloria are your sisters so I knew that you cared about them. I also knew that there had to be some level of sisterly competition among you so I figured that by 'remembering' only your name I would make you feel special." The Tyrant replied.

"You sure did." Quylla sat on her bed, not knowing if being more hurt from Morok making sense or hearing Phloria's name. "So, it's a no on a child?"

"It's a no if you want one because your sister died. It's a yes if you want one because you want one." He knelt in front of her, taking her hands. "Do you realize that for at least two months you'd be no more powerful than you are now and the baby would be at high risk on the battlefield?

"Do you want to make a child as an act of love or just forge a weapon of revenge? Before answering me, please think of what kind of story you want to tell our kid once they are old enough."

Quylla kept her gaze low, pondering his words while Morok caressed her fingers.

The more she thought about her so-called brilliant plan, the more it unraveled into a nonsensical mess. Getting pregnant would keep her away from the War of the Griffons without giving her an edge for months.

If something were to happen to Quylla or the baby, her parents would be devastated. To make matters worse, Quylla couldn't imagine telling her hypothetical child that the only reason they were born was to get even at Thrud.

"You are right." She said with a sharp sigh after a while. "I don't want to get married in the middle of a war, let alone make a child. What was I thinking? Am I such a mean person or am I just that stupid?"

A hiccup escaped her throat as shame and embarrassment piled up on the grief that already burdened her.

"Neither. You have just buried your sister." Morok shook his head. "You are allowed to be angry and say stupid stuff, but only for a while and only with moderation. You are supposed to be the smart one.

"If you take away the ridiculous crap and the dumb jokes from me, what can I possibly bring into this relationship?"

"You bring a lot." She said with a thin smile. "You are wiser and kinder than you look."

Quylla hadn't laughed but she hadn't cried either which was enough for Morok.

"Let's put a pin on that for the next time I do or say something stupid." He replied. "Would you like something to eat? If you are going back on the battlefield, you are going to need your strength."

"I would love some hot stew and bread. Thank you." Quylla actually didn't feel hungry, but he was once again right.

If by the time Thrud returned Quylla's stomach was as empty as her heart, she wouldn't offer a decent challenge to the Forgotten. Phloria was gone and as Tessa had pointed out, nothing would bring her back.

Quylla's priority was survival to not make her parents grieve another daughter. Revenge came a close second, but a second nonetheless.

***

Ernas Mansion, Friya's room.

There had been no arguing or even talking between Friya and Nalrond. They lay together on her bed, cuddling in silence ever since the end of the funeral.

Friya couldn't stop clenching her heart, feeling the pain from the death of her sister and from the cruel words Phloria had told Friya during their final meeting.

"Can you believe it?" She said after a while. "With her dying breath, Phloria called me a slut and a one-trick pony. She called me a parasite that has crawled inside her house. She considered me an ungrateful bitch who sold her services and her body."