Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3362

Chapter 3362 Less is More (Part 1)

The four siblings exchanged a brief unenthusiastic glance before nodding and praising Elina for her idea. They were indeed too old for toys but their mother's happiness was priceless to them.

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During the following days, Lith and Solus spent their mornings practicing the various pieces of the Set under Menadion's guidance. During that time, Aran and Leria went to school with renewed enthusiasm.

They had long since learned how to read, write, and count so they focused their efforts on magic.

Compulsory education in the Blood Desert included all kinds of chore magic. The students would regularly perform practical exercises under the supervision of skilled tutors who separated the children based on the power of their mana cores.

Those with a deep red core had too little mana to do anything and were exonerated from the lessons. From red to orange, children would be taught to use all elements but only in their basic forms to perform chores safely.

From bright orange and up, anyone with colored streaks in their hair would receive lessons that also covered air blades, how to produce electricity, and how to shape ice. Such advanced topics were covered not as means of offense but to teach the children self-control.

In moments of great stress, an individual talented enough could produce such phenomenons by instinct, and without proper training, someone might get hurt. A child cutting one of their siblings or electrocuting their parents during a tantrum left a mental scar on the future mages that no light magic could remove.

With their bright yellow cores, colored streaks, and Lith's teachings, Aran and Leria were always at the top of their class. Something they loved to rub in the face of their rivals by conjuring holograms.

After receiving Dawn's tips, they could form basic hard-light constructs as well but Lith had instructed them to keep it a secret and practice Light Mastery only at home. After Solus' kidnapping and the attempts on Kamila's life, the kids didn't need to be told twice. Kamila spent that time practicing Accumulation and studying tier three magic under Tista's tutelage. With everything that had happened, she wanted to become strong.

'I don't want to go back to being a liability for Lith the moment the baby is born and I don't plan to be pregnant for the rest of my life. I must become capable of defending myself!' She thought.

Raaz and Elina spent most of their time in the Greenhouse with the babies. While the adults tended the fields, the children explored the safe environment around them,

marveling at the butterflies and small furry animals Raaz brought from time to time. "Bad Shargein, bad!" He scolded the Wyrmling who had just tried to swallow a bunny. "This is not food. See?" Raaz patted the terrified creature.

"Ba! Ba!" Elysia and Valeron joined the scolding, making Shargein tilt his head in confusion.

"Roast?" He pointed his taloned finger at the rodent while rubbing his scaled belly. "Hungry!"

Shargein had indeed eaten roasted bunny before and unlike the other two babies, he could tell what his favourite food looked like while alive from its smell.

"I think we are in trouble." Raaz said. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

"Maybe, and maybe not." Elina stood up but the Wyrmling could still look her straight into the eyes while sitting. Compared to him, she was shorter and much thinner. "If you are hungry, you just need to say it, Shargein.

"You should never hurt living creatures unless for self-defense. Is it clear, young man?" Things weren't so black and white but with such a powerful child, guidelines had to be kept simple.

"Yes." Shargein didn't fear the small and weak woman, but he had been raised right and he respected his elders.

Also, Elina's firm tone and the way she weaved her finger under his snout reminded him of his mother too much to raise an objection.

"Good, Shargein." She rewarded him with a tray of steaming roasted chickens. "Remember, the strong must treat the weak with respect, or he's just a bully,"

"Okay." He wolfed down a chicken in one gulp, rubbing his long neck against her as a thank you.