Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2487

2487 Family Legacy (Part 3)

The entire situation had been devised by Lady Ernas to get her hands on the magical legacies of her future sons-in-law. Like Morok had pointed out, despite being as old as house Myrok, House Ernas had no records about true and Spirit Magic.

The discovery of Glemos' secret lab was an unexpected boon, but even if nothing came out of it, Jirni planned on getting her hands on everything Morok had learned during his life and under the tutelage of Ajatar.

As for Nalrond, she knew for a long time that he was a Light Master whose discipline was elusive even among Awakened. It made the Rezar even more precious than the Tyrant since Light Mastery was something that Orion could practice even if Vastor were to fail to find a way to Awaken him.

"I heard screaming. Is everything alright?" Tulion Emas walked through the door accompanied by a squad of armed guards and a feral beast by his side.

"I'm sorry, Tulion. Things just got heated up while discussing my marriage's preparations." Morok gave him a small bow to which the second-born replied with a stern look.

"I hope that you are not getting cold feet." Tulion replied with an icy tone,

"Absolutely not. I was justa?| "

"I don't care. Just know that if you make my sister cry before, after, or during the wedding and it's not out of joy, I'll borrow the Ernas Royal Fortress armor and kick your ass.

"Same to you, young man." Tulion waved his finger under Nalrond's nose while Lucky growled in agreement.

"Don't worry, I've learned my lesson." The Rezar raised his hands in surrender. "There won't be a second breaking of the engagement. At least not no my side."

"Let's go." The young master of the house gave them a nod and resumed the security drills with the rest of his unit.

"Man, I liked him more when he was the easy-going one." Morok said as soon as he heard the steps of the guards disappear in the distance.

"Me too but Phloria's death changed a lot of things" Nalrond sighed.

Friya smiled a lot less and trained a lot more while Quylla endured Jirni's lady-of-the-house boot camp to keep her company.

There were lots of things and lessons that Jirni had prepared for her Little Flower. Quylla could only hope that giving her mother the opportunity to put them into practice would help Jirni to overcome her grief instead of making her dwell on what might have been and never will.

As for Tulion, he had taken Phloria's final words at heart and upended his life.

The death of his beloved baby sister had forever crushed the illusion that the problems of Hose Ernas weren't his own and that as the black sheep of the family, he had the right to a boring, easy life.

Tulion felt guilty for having been absent, helpless, or both for most of Phloria's life. After the funeral, he had given up on drinking and gambling. To give his parents the time they deserved to grieve their loss, Tulion had helped Gunyin however he could.

Phloria's death had left a hole in Lucky's heart that no amount of food could fill and that only got deeper every time her smell faded a bit more from the old clothes he used as a pillow. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}