Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3212

Chapter 3212 Baba Yaga’s Hut (Part 1)

"I hadn't thought about that." Kamila said with a pensive look on her face. "What if we ask Baba Yaga to call her Firstborns as well? With their power plus Dawn's prisms, you'd have full-red blood cores who can fight freely during the day."

"As I said, I've married a genius." Lith sat up while rubbing his hands and thinking about who and how he could manipulate for help. "Great idea, Kami."

"Glad to help, but I'm not done with the bad news." She said. "The family of travelers you saved is still traumatized from what you did to them and that's nothing compared to what happened after you reached Zeska."

Lith's eyes lost their enthusiasm as he remembered what he had done to the young boy before Orpal's arrival and to the wounded citizens after.

"Just tell me how many."

"Thousands of lives were lost and half the city was razed to the ground during the fight." Kamila replied. "Yet even if it pains me to say this, that's nothing compared to how you treated that boy, the Constable, and the men of the Knight's Guard."

"What do you mean?" Lith rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I remember beating the boy's parents, but that's it. I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything else."

"That's the point exactly." Kamila sighed. "In your-, no, in Derek's fury, he brutalized those horrible people in front of their child. That poor kid blames himself for everything that happened.

"He believes that if he was better, his parents would still be alive."

"They died?" Lith's eyes opened wide in surprise.

"In the initial blast." Kamila nodded. "When Meln sneak attacked you, Derek defended solely himself and the boy."

"And nothing of value was lost." Lith grunted.

"There's no need to be this callous." Kamila took his face in her hands. "Think about it from his perspective. Because of him, his parents were publicly humiliated and tortured while he was forced to be a helpless spectator.

"Because of him, they couldn't escape from the Undead King and died right in front of his eyes. No matter how you feel about their deaths, that kid is just eight, for the gods' sake! An eight-year-old who witnessed more death and brutality in one day than most soldiers their whole life.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Lith asked, placing his hands over hers.