Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3693

Chapter 3693: Borrowed Knife (Part 2)

“We know Leegaain has left you the Arthan Set, Verhen.” The male Emperor Beast said. “You can keep it. We only want the boy.”

Mind links were fast and continued even when one was talking. As the Awakened attempted their final pitch, the final battle between Lith and Jormun flashed in front of Valeron’s eyes, and it tore his little heart to shreds.

Even though Lith skipped all the blood and violence, he left the words and intents intact. Valeron saw how Lith had begged Jormun to walk away and let him protect Elysia’s future.

In reply, Jormun had invited Lith to join him one last time and help him ensure Valeron wouldn’t be persecuted in the future.

His father’s words sounded like a prophecy now, yet what really pained Valeron was that even though he knew he was looking at the past, he still couldn’t wish either man victory.

If Lith won, Jormun would die, and Valeron would become an orphan. Yet if Jormun won and Lith died, Elysia would become an orphan, and Kamila and Solus widows. Valeron had come to love the baby girl like a sister and the human women as mothers.

Despite the revelation, the idea of losing the man who until a few seconds ago he had considered like a father was too much. The idea of causing so much pain to his little sister and new mothers was unbearable.

Yet when he saw Jormun be fatally wounded by Lith’s hand, Valeron’s mind went blank again. Valeron heard his father asking Lith to take care of the baby boy, but Valeron didn’t listen.

He looked at Jormun’s peaceful expression as his body fell limp onto the floor, but Valeron didn’t see it.

All the baby boy could think about was that his whole life was a lie. That he was stuck between a bunch of scary people who wanted to hurt him and the man who had murdered his father.

“I don’t have the Arthan Set.” Lith felt Valeron’s thoughts through the Dragon Scales, and his heart broke too. “Leegaain keeps it. He will return it to Valeron when he comes of age.”

“And by then the little shit will love you enough to give the Arthan Set to you.” A woman said with a sadistic grin. “Nicely played, Verhen. I’m almost sorry to ruin your plan. Almost.

“Now, give the boy to us. At this point, the little shit hates you. Don’t risk your life for someone who doesn’t even carry your blood. Think of your real child. Of your wife. Of your people!

“Think of all the good things you can do with Menadion’s help. Don’t ruin everyone’s future for the Mad Prince’s sake. Don’t let Meln win!”

“Meln?” Those words snapped Lith out of his worry for Valeron and focused his every sense like a laser. “What does Meln have to do with this?”

“He recognized the baby.” The male Emperor Beast replied. “He sicced us on you. He wants us to destroy you, but our hate for him is only second to what we feel for the Mad Queen. Otherwise we wouldn’t lose so much time talking.”

“What about the spells you are weaving?” Lith sneered, setting his mind on a desperate gamble.

“That too, but my point is still valid. Surrender the boy to us, and the Dead King loses. We don’t have to fight, Vehren.”

“Say what you want.” Lith’s bright violet aura flared, and his grip on Ragnarök tightened. “My word to Jormun still stands. Valeron is still my son!”

Then, with a powerful flap of his wings, Lith dived down in a near-vertical drop.

The Awakened had expected him to Blink, Warp, or fly away, not to go down.