Supreme Magus novel Chapter 572

Tasaar Quinus was an Awakened almost 600 years old, yet he didn’t appear to be one day past his fifties. He was 1.8 meters (5’11") tall, with deep bronze skin, greyed black hair, and a beard that emphasized his pearl white teeth.

He was considered one of the best Wardens and swordmasters of the blood desert.

He was still inwardly debating if being angry for his heir’s defiance or for him having failed to kill a seemingly rogue Awakened. The purple aura exuding from his body made his white robe flap like he was amid a windstorm.

"Do you have any idea how long did it take me to obtain my territory? To have Overlord Salaark bestow upon me full authority over my tribe? Now I risk everything, and for what?"

The only reason why Tasaar wasn’t already in Zantia to murder his successor with his own hands instead of talking to him with his communication amulet, was the distance between them.

"Have you forgotten what happened to Treius? Are you eager to join him in death? Well, I’m not! Come back here immediately."

"But, father, there is a storm outside..."

"Don’t call me father! I’ve had dozens of children, but you are the only one who managed to go from most talented to most idiotic in less than a day. I prefer you dead in a snowstorm than alive doing more damage.

"Bring Kieran with you. I hope he has a good explanation. You know that I’m not serious when I say that I will kill the two of you, whereas Lesalia might not be so kind." Tasaar said.

"Master, I- I can’t obey." Deraniel stuttered.

"Kid, if you make me come there, Lesalia will be the least of your problems." Tasaar’s eyes flared with mana. He could understand his young and hot-headed successor making a blunder, but defying his orders was unacceptable.

"I mean I’ll depart immediately, but Kieran is dead. I can’t even bring his corpse back because it exploded." Deraniel went pale. His father was a meek man, but once angered he could upturn his entire domain to find a single missing coin.

"What? How?" Deraniel took his father’s curiosity as the opportunity to get off the hook and told him all about the demonic beast they had faced.

"You moron! Are you telling me you asked the permission of neither the Awakened human nor the beast who rules over the Kellar region? I swear, if I have to offer them any compensation, it will come out of your pocket! Get home, now!"

Tesaar hung the call without waiting for a reply. He had a lot of calls to make. Tyris, Raagu of the human Council, the rulers of the Kellar region, but more importantly his life long friend.

Kieran was Lesalia’s successor just like Deraniel was his own. They had hoped they would grow into good friends like their masters were, but life had decided otherwise.

’I don’t want her to learn about her heir’s death from a stranger. Kieran might have died an idiot, but she deserved better.’ Tasaar sighed. He opened a Warp Gate leading directly inside her Forge.

Not only Lesalia was one of the best assassins in the Blood Desert, but she was also one of its best Forgemasters. She trusted no one, so all the equipment she used, no matter if clothes or caltrops, she made them herself.

"Dammit!" He heard her yell.

"I can’t further purify adamant without Origin Flames and those damn beasts demand a lot of money for it. Do you have some left?" She asked.

"Is this about Kieran?" She asked making Tasaar choke on his condolences. _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}