Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3677

"Nothing." Kamila checked with both Invigoration and Dragon scales.

Raldarak was at peace, oblivious of his mother’s worries. He might have been asleep, but he was so small that it was hard to tell.

"Let’s hope you are right, Sirma." Kamila stood up and instinctively checked on the baby again for any reaction, finding none. "Let’s go share the news with the others. Zin, in front of me. Sirma, to my left. Filia and Frey to my right."

"Why the battle formation?" Zinya asked.

"Because Lith is going to kill me for making him miss R- the little imp’s first kick." She replied.

"And you use women and children as a shield?" Zekell snorted, showing his powerful biceps. "You could have asked for my help."

"Yeah, and you would have thrown me to the wolves for the exclusive selling rights of any new trinket Lith came up with." Kamila grunted.

"Of course, I would!" Zekell replied.

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Lith was indeed disappointed for being left out, but also as worried as Kamila. The baby’s smarts and ability to communicate were amazing news for worried parents but terrible for loving partners.

Kelia laughed so hard when she understood the reason for the couple’s conflicting emotions that she had to leave the room not to offend Lith’s feelings.

"Poor Kami." Baba Yaga sighed. "Now she has to be ten times more careful that the old lizard doesn’t pull a fast one on her."

"What do you mean?" Kelia asked while they strolled in the Mansion’s park.

Baba Yaga explained to her Leegaain’s habit of teaching Dragontongue to babies in the womb so that their first word would always be "Dya/Dad".

"I think it’s cute and lovely." Kelia replied in confusion.

"Right now, I’m sure it does." The Crone nodded. "Yet if you had just undergone months of pregnancy followed by hours of labor just to hear your baby say ’dad’ before you hold him in your arms, you would make your mission to choke the life out of Leegaain."

"I guess you are right." Kelia chuckled. "I want to buy Kamila a congratulatory gift. Do you know how I can order one?"

"Blasphemy!" The Crone shuddered in horror, taking one page from Zekell’s book. "Gifts are something you either make or pick yourself. It must be thoughtful and personal. Let’s go to Lutia and look for something cute."

"Lutia?" Kelia went pale. "Can’t I just browse a catalogue or something?"

Her only experience with cities dated back to when she was a street urchin in Gima’s slums, before Dusk tricked her into bonding with him. To Kelia, a city was a place filled with poverty, hunger, and violence.

"Oh, right." The Crone nodded. "I forgot you’ve never been outside the slums. You went straight from there to the Red Emperor academy and then the Imperial Palace. Don’t worry, not all Mogar is Gima. Besides, you can defend yourself now, and I’m no pushover either."

"Yes, but…" That wasn’t the only problem.

Kelia was still scarred by Night’s attack, and the idea of being in the open again terrified her.

"If you don’t feel safe with a white core while touring the birthplace of the Supreme Magus, you will never feel safe, child." Baba Yaga empathized with Kelia’s loss but didn’t let it stop her. "You can’t live in the academy or the Palace forever.

"Come on. I promise you won’t find waters shallower than these to dip your toes."

Lutia turned out to be noisy and crowded as Kelia feared, but also bright and lively. No orphans prowled the streets looking for food scraps or begging. No gangs of criminals ruled the city blocks. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}