Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3369

Chapter 3369 Imposter Syndrome (Part 2)

The shop was split into a bakery and a pastry shop famous for its handmade fruit jams. "Listen, young lady, your ridiculous act can impress one of those posers who are trying to steal my business and recipes, but I know the real Elina Verhen. Vexal was yelling at a young and beautiful woman. "I've met her countless times since Magus Verhen was a baby and it's not you!"

She was dressed in the same commoner clothes Elina wore in the pictures uploaded on the Web and her haircut and color were similar to Elina's.

"How dare you call me a liar?" The impostor said with all the righteous outrage she could muster. "When I tell my son how you treated me, you'll lose much more than your shop, you insolent fool!"

"Yeah, I'll probably die." Vexal said with a sneer. "From laughter though. Hi, Elina. What can I do for you."

"It's too late to apologize now!" The impostor said with renewed confidence. "Unless you give me-"

"Hi, Vexal." Elina said, cutting her short. "Who is this woman? Does this kind of thing happen often?"

The imposter went pale, her demands dying on her lips. Not only was the comparison with the real deal unflattering for her, but also Elina looked at her like she was about to punch the imposter into tomorrow.

'If she's the real Elina and I so much touch one of her hair, the Queen's Corps will kill me. Unless they capture me alive and hand me to Verhen.' A cold sweat covered her from head to toe while she looked around like a cornered rat.

"Never seen her before" Vexal shrugged. "Probably a scrounger trying to get free food and clothes at the expense of gullible idiots. And yes, it happens more often than you might think. This is the second Elina this week, not counting you, of course."

The baker added one line to a small whiteboard split between Raaz, Elina, Rena, Aran, and Leria. No one dared to impersonate Lith because it was easily disproved and a capital offense.

The title of Magus carried great honor and power. Calling oneself a Magus was a crime no less severe than pretending to be the King and as harshly punished.

As for Tista, she was no Magus but no one in her right mind could hope to impersonate her. Her beauty was the kind that gave men whiplash and made women grunt at their own reflections.

A mere glance at her pictures was enough to expose the best-looking imposter.

"Gullible idiots?" Solus clicked her tongue. "Like those who believe your shop sign? The only reason this is the Verhens' favorite bakery is that, until a few years ago, it was the

only bakery in Lutia."

The customers of both shops gasped, moving their eyes from the impostor to Vexal long enough to give her the opening she needed to make her escape.

"There's only so much space on a shop sign, young lady." Vexal wore his best smile. "I sell bread, not stories. Also, as you just admitted, technically that's not a lie."

"Technically, that's not true either!" Solus retorted.

"That's enough, sweetie, we are not here to argue." Elina put an end to the quarrel. "Has any merchant suffered from the imposters?"

"A few, but I don't know how much they lost." Vexal replied. "I can look into it if you want."

"I'd really appreciate that." Elina nodded. 'I'd like to introduce myself to them so that such scams won't happen again and reimburse them for their losses."

At those words, Vexal's eyes went wide in horror.

"That's the most... noble thing I've ever heard, Elina." The baker bit his tongue at the last moment, saving himself. It wasn't his money, but the thought of it being thrown away at naïve fools made his cash register ache.

"I'll let you know as soon as possible. I know it's none of my business but I think you shouldn't worry about them. Lutia may be peaceful, but retail work is a ruthless world. Those guys have learned a priceless lesson that will save them much more money in the future.