Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3099

Chapter 3099 Haunting Past (Part 1)

The wooden house disappeared, replaced by the underground rock cave. Lith stood where Threin had been until a second ago and Erslan was in Ripha's place.

"Are you alright?" Ryka asked, seeing Solus' pained expression turn into unbridled rage.

To her distressed mind, the Dawn King was tainting the memory of her mother. Lith was someone Solus loved, his presence fit her present just like her past whereas Erslan was little more than a potential ally.

Solus gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with mana evaporated the tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Lith patted her shoulder, breaking what was left of the fading images and restoring her grip on reality.

"Yes, sorry." She said, clearing her voice after realizing how squeaky it was. "I'm just a huge fan of Menadion. I'd never thought the day would come when I'd see her authentic signature in person."

Anyone could tell that either Solus was Menadion's biggest fan ever or that somehow the page had triggered some past trauma. Only Lith knew that both things were actually correct.

"Uhm, I don't know what that page says." Cathras cleared her throat as well to get Solus' attention. "My father told me that it's up to me to decipher the dedication of his grimoire and then use it with the rest of the grimoire to deepen my knowledge so I can't give it to you. Yet I can do this."

She took out what looked like a wide communication amulet with a fissure large enough to accommodate a standard-sized page. She had the amulet scan the grimoire's preface and then fed it a blank piece of paper.

What came out was a perfect replica of Menadion's signature, just with fresh ink.

"A *copy machine*?" Lith was flabbergasted [AN: spoken in English since Tyris' universal language lacks the proper term.]

"A what?" Asked those present, no matter if young, old, or ancient.

"It's just a term I made up for one of my works in project." Lith lied with the same ease he breathed. "I was so surprised because I've been trying to craft something just like that. How do you call it?"

"Page to page replicator." Cathras said, making him cringe.

"If you can make your own page to page replicator, call it whatever you like." She scoffed. "I'm not sharing my device."

"Mine is called printer." He used the Mogarian term for taking the mold of something, like a hand or a key. "Because my goal was to let one page leave its print on the blank one and then mirror the words."

"If you can make your own page to page replicator, call it whatever you like." She scoffed. "I'm not sharing my device."

"Will do." Lith replied, his pride as a Forgemaster and his business of ripping off Earth's technology on the line.

"Thank you so much!" Solus checked that the ink was dry before storing the page in her dimensional pocket and hugging Cathras. "It means a lot to me."

"You are welcome, child." She replied, unaware that Solus was old enough to be her great-great-grandmother.

"Well, that's too bad." Erslan shrugged. "Yet there's more. A couple of weeks ago, some of my agents heard a drunken Awakened babbling about finding a grimoire belonging to Menadion.

"The idiot claimed it was going to make him very powerful and very rich."

"And?" Lith didn't actually care, but he had to carry on the façade to keep the real motive of his investigation under wraps.