Supreme Magus novel Chapter 763

Selia had become as skillful as a professional tailor, but sewing clothes took days, whereas Lilia and Leran only needed minutes to destroy them. Not to mention how hard it was washing them without tearing the stitches apart.

"Oh, gods! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Selia cried out of joy at the thought that her nightmare was finally over.

Being pregnant to term, she couldn’t jump at Lith’s neck, so she dragged him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a big kiss on both cheeks before forcing her kids to wear their enchanted clothes.

"They are no better than the academy’s uniforms." Lith warned her. "They are no Skinwalker armor, so the degree of protection those clothes offer is limited."

Lith only had so many prototypes, and after giving them to his family, the Ernas’s girls, and to the kings of the woods protecting his home, he had none left. Orichalcum was too precious and he had only a limited amount of it.

Sure, Lith still had to cash in his latest reward, but before filling a blank check, he wanted to be sure to not later regret asking for too little or for something he didn’t need.

"As long as I don’t have to patch them every other day, they are fine by me." Selia said while preparing a strong tea and spiking it with an even stronger liquor. Kamila was already regaining consciousness and she could probably use a drink.

"Kami, are you alright?" Lith held her hand, giving her courage, and making the paleness of her face disappear.

"Yes, sorry. I was- I am-" Kamila kept tripping on her tongue as she couldn’t stop staring at the abnormal family in front of her eyes.

"There, there, dear." Selia offered her a cup of hot spiked tea that Kamila gulped down too fast, starting to cough due to the liquor. The alcohol burned through her throat and stomach, but it also spread a soothing warmth that eased her nerves.

"Not so fast, or it will go straight to your head. There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m human, just like you. Do you think Lith would ever put you into danger? Does Ryman or my kids look scary?"

"No, and that’s the really scary part." Kamila blurted out.

They weren’t normal, yet there was nothing distinguishing them from humans. The sudden realization that Body Sculpting wasn’t a prerogative of humans, that magical creatures could live next door and she would never notice was what was freaking Kamila out.

"Can I have some more? Pretty please?" She asked with lost, begging puppy eyes.

"Do you want tea in your Phoenix Plume, dear?" With its almost 40% of alcohol content, it was Protector’s favorite medicine after a bad day.

"Yes, but leave the bottle, please." Kamila replied while filling her cup with tea and liquor in equal parts.

"Do you want to stay for dinner or do you want me to bring you back home?" Lith was caressing her hand and looking at her with deeply worried eyes.

"I’m fine, really. I’m just..." Kamila didn’t know what to say without sounding incredibly rude to their hosts. "Overwhelmed. You told me a great deal about both of them, but never that they were together or that Ryman could change his form."

"Because it wasn’t up to me to share it, nor does it change what they represent for me. My relationship with Ryman would be the same even if he was a wooden puppet come to life." Lith replied.

"I really don’t get what’s so scary about me." Protector furrowed his brows. "You surely have met plenty of criminals in your line of work and I doubt you fainted while looking at the evidence of their crimes. What makes me even worse than they are?"