Supreme Magus novel Chapter 577

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Friya said while pouring them some hot tea.

"No, but I can’t guarantee you that I’ll answer."

"Don’t worry, I’m not going to pry your wall of secrets." She chuckled.

"We all knew you had a crush on Nalear and a soft spot for Wanemyre. I was wondering why you never made a pass at me. Now that we are not young and stupid anymore, I’m not embarrassed to say that it hurt my pride for a bit."

"Well, it’s simple. When we first met, you were just another pompous, stuck up noble. After the second exam, when we started to become friends, you had already become too similar to me." Lith said.

"You have always been the most beautiful girl in our class, but I have a thing for cute girls and you have never been cute. You went from obnoxious to dark and gloomy. You and I are like moons. We may shine, but our light is cold and distant.

"We need a sun, someone willing to walk that distance and accept us for who we are instead that for how we look like. That’s why I ended up with Phloria first and with Kamila now."

Friya had to admit that even if they were good friends, her crazy matched Lith’s crazy in all the wrong possible ways. Just the thought of being together with someone more paranoid, grumpy, and aggressive than she was, gave her the creeps.

"Are you still practicing the impossible arrays Yurial found for us?" Lith asked.

"Every single day. I’ll always be grateful to you for teaching me the importance of first magic. There are so many things that I would have missed if I didn’t follow your crazy training routine during the fifth year.

"I may not be able to create holograms yet, but I can assure you that once we find those rogue mages, they are in for more than one nasty surprise." She said with a ferocious grin.

Since the snowstorm continued unabated and Kamila had yet to call back, they started exchanging pointers about magic. Friya revealed to him that she had kept in touch with Professor Rudd, the dimensional magic expert of the White Griffon.

They were reminiscing together all the cruel words the man had said to his students in general and to them in particular when someone knocked on her door.

"I’m sorry to disturb you, Lady Ernas." A butler in a white and dark blue livery said her with a deep bow. He was a middle aged man with receding red hair and the face of someone who had just seen a ghost.

"There’s a guest on the door who claims to be a friend of someone named Scourge. I tried to send him away, but he refused. Some of your men intervened, but I’m afraid they will only make things worse."

"Did he say his name?" Friya and Lith exchanged a quick glance hearing the name magical beasts had bestowed upon him.

"No, I didn’t even ask him about it because he has clearly got the wrong address..."

Friya didn’t let him finish the phrase and opened a Warp Steps leading to the mansion’s hallway. The front door was wide open, letting the freezing wind in as snow started to pile up on the magnificent blue and gold carpet covering the floor.

Several members of the Crystal Shield guild lay on the ground unconscious. Only a few of them had managed to even draw their weapons, but none of them had the time to use them. Not a single drop of blood had been spilled.

The man in front of them was a barbarian, at least 2.1 meters (7’) tall. He wore a hunter set of heavy clothes made of warm animal fur and boots bigger than a bucket. His face was rough and savage, with a square jaw and a cleft chin.