Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3121

Chapter 3121 Family Schemes (Part 1)

3121 Family Schemes (Part 1)

"You call that weird? What about inviting me to come along without even a single passive-aggressive remark?" Morok pointed out. "I'm not mister golden boy, here." He jabbed his thumb at Nalrond.

"Your parents can't stand me, yet when Quylla told them she was coming alone, they insisted I should accompany her."

"That's indeed weird." The Agni nodded. "What did you do? I mean, recently."

"I did nothing! Wrong I mean." Morok rushed to add once he noticed a mean glare. "I'm helping Quylla manage the household in your parents' absence, taking administration classes, and working with Lith, Ryla, and Tista to study our eyes."

"He's telling the truth." Quylla nodded. "Sure, he made a few social blunders here and there, but nothing worth a scolding in person. Morok has come a long way since he was a haggard, unkempt, foul-mouthed Ranger who only wanted to laze around."

"Hey!" He said in outrage.

"What? I was giving you credit where credit is due." Quylla chuckled.

"Then why did it sound like an insult?" He asked with a snort.

Morok didn't feel disrespected because she would always defend him in public and point out his mistakes only behind closed doors. Or, like in this case, in the presence of their family.

"Guilty conscience?" She straightened the lapels of his shirt while looking for food stains, failing to find them only due to the self-cleaning properties of the enchanted clothes.

"It's not funny!"

"But it's true." Quylla shrugged. "You have to clean your act better. If not for me, do it for the babies. Or when they grow up, they'll be the laughing stock of their peers."

"Over my dead body!" The Tyrant snarled in fury at the hypothetical bullying. "Damn, being a noble is no way as fun as I dreamed."

"I hear you, brother." Nalrond groaned, fist-bumping the Tyrant.

The two men took most of the lessons about nobility together, including geography, history, etiquette, and law. The only silver lining was that as men they weren't expected to play an instrument but to be able to fight, something they both needed no basic training about.

"Mom! Dad!" Quylla said, waving her hand.

The four of them had traveled from Unama to the country house with Warp Steps, reaching their destination just in time to finish their conversation.

"Hi, sweetie!" Jirni waved back and smiled at her guests, creeping everyone out.

"It smiles! It must be a trap. Run for your lives!" Morok tried to bolt but Quylla nailed him to the ground.

"Don't be an idiot!" She grunted. "My mother would never make a trap so obvious."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Damn sure." She nodded. "Hide behind me and keep a Spirit Steps at the ready, just in case."

"Right, the old hag would never endanger her grandchildren."

"Yeah, but don't call her an old hag. She's my m-"

"Dear, the kids have arrived. Come to meet them!" Jirni waddled to them, hugging them one at the time and freezing Quylla in horror.

"Is everything alright, Mom? You look and act… different." Friya asked.

Jirni wore no makeup, making her newfound youthful appearance stand out as much as her unusual cheery mood.

"Because I am, silly, but let's continue this conversation after your father arrives." Jirni replied, happy of her findings with Invigoration. _{freewёbnoνel.com}