Supreme Magus novel Chapter 410

Blood Desert, Salaark’s tent. An hour after the Death Star’s destruction.

Salaark hated having unexpected guests. Ruling the biggest of the three great Countries, slaying Abominations, and keeping the borders safe were all full time jobs she did by herself.

They left her little free time that she enjoyed spending tending her personal matters. New fashions designs, love interests, books, magic, martial arts training, patronage of the arts were only a few of her many activities.

Unlike the other two Guardians, Overlord Salaark hadn’t detached herself from human society. Quite the contrary, she was deeply invested in it and kept herself active in many fields. In a sense, she was the most human of the three.

That was the reason she hated guests. Every second she spent solving someone else’s problem was a second wasted. Soon she would resume her duties, no matter how much fun she had or missed.

Her furious expression released enough killing intent to turn any sane man’s hair white. Yet her guests were unaffected. Tyris has seen her in way worse moods and Glamus’s hair was already grey.

Salaark had the appearance of a stunning woman in her mid twenties. She had silky black waist long hair, emerald eyes and a bronze tinge of skin so clear that it seemed to emit a gentle radiance.

She sat on her throne, wearing a flaming scarlet robe, the Blood Desert equivalent of a cocktail dress, that left exposed her fair shoulders and her crossed legs from a side slit. The beer in her right hand was getting warm, while the food on her plate was getting cold.

"You disappointed me greatly, Glamus Clein. You did not only violate my laws, but you also brought shame upon me and interrupted my first party in a month. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"He was my only relative." The old man cried, yet his voice remained steady. "I know I shouldn’t have Awakened him, but I couldn’t stand watching the last of my kin die."

"That’s not the issue." She stood up in anger, making the ground quake.

"An imbecile like Treius wouldn’t be able to devise a multi function array even in a thousand years. He used your library to learn Kadurian language, your resources to set the array, your Warp Gate to cross the borders. Why didn’t you stop him?"

"He was young and foolish, my Overlord. I hoped that he would learn from his mistakes. That seeing the horrors of Kaduria would turn the boy into a man. Someone worthy of inheriting my legacy."

Glamus was old even by Awakened ones’s standards. He had spent centuries amassing power and wealth, but with his death approaching, he realized that nothing of him would be left. He had no family nor apprentices.

The world would forget about him the moment he passed away.

"Please, spare my life and I’ll be your loyal servant. I need to find an heir. I refuse to die without leaving a single trace on Mogar. No one knows my name or my achievements." He said bowing down with his head pressing against the floor.

"Youth is Treius’s excuse, but what’s yours?" Salaark replied.

"Because of you, the Griffon Kingdom now has learned about one of my arrays. You almost unleashed a cursed object upon my lands, even though you knew how even researching them is against the law. You are not an asset, only a liability."

A light flickered in her eyes and a purple flame set Glamus ablaze. It turned his body into ashes before he could even scream, yet left his clothes and all of his enchanted items intact.

"Old fool. He knew that the reason the Blood Desert has no lost cities is because of me. I’m not a softie like the two of you." She said to Tyris.

"I keep track of certain materials and if I catch someone creating a cursed object, I kill them along with everyone involved. Even the merchants that supplied them with the resources."