Supreme Magus novel Chapter 915

Chapter 915 Blood Ties Part 1

’There a reason why the White Griffon is called ’the cradle of the healing arts.’ Lith thought. ’The five best Healers of the whole Kingdom have studied and worked there. Once those three come to Lutia, four of them will be assembled in the Verhen household.’

’If the four of us can’t find a solution, then no one can. For Rena’s and the Kingdom’s sake, I hope we won’t need Manohar. Otherwise the next time we meet, I’m going to kill that bastard.’ Lith thought.

He spent the rest of his free time compiling a detailed report of his findings and observations that he forwarded to Headmaster Marth so that the Healers would come prepared, knowing exactly what they would be looking at.

The following day, Marth, Vastor, and Quylla knocked on Lith’s door. One of the few perks of the cold season was that the academy was closed, so their social call didn’t arouse suspicion.

"Headmaster Marth, I was expecting you later. I remember well how even when most students are gone, the paperwork must go on." Lith had announced their visit to his family to avoid making them worry.

"That makes the two of us. I was afraid that something would come up at the last moment and force us to reschedule, but here I am." Duke Marth was a man in his mid-forties, about 1.78 meters (5’10") tall, with thick blonde hair.

Aside from his goatee, his face was perfectly shaven, giving him a calm and youthful appearance. Marth had less grey hair than the last time Lith had seen him and had the relaxed face of a man who was at peace with the world.

That or he had simply resigned to the unjust fate of being Manohar’s lightning rod.

The two shook hands and then Zogar Vastor came in. He was a short man in his mid-sixties, barely over 1.55 meters (5’1") tall.

The top of his head was completely bald while the hair he had left on the sides was snow-white and so were his waxed handlebar mustaches. Between his temporary role as Headmaster of the White Griffon and the undead invasion, he had lost a lot of weight.

He was still quite round, but he didn’t look like a living egg anymore. Together with his jovial attitude, it made him resembled a kind grandpa straight out of a fairy tale.

"Lith, my boy, it’s so good to finally see you outside a life or death situation. If you keep ignoring my calls, I might start to believe that you’re avoiding me on purpose." Vastor said.

"I’m sorry, Professor, but when you are on active duty, your life isn’t your own anymore. I can’t even remember the last time I could stay for more than one day in the same place without someone trying to kill me." Lith shook his hand as well before greeting Quylla.

"Call me ’little one’ and you are a dead man, Lith Verhen." She ignored his hand and gave him a big hug. She was a pretty young woman the same age as Lith, 1.65 meters (5’5") tall with long brown hair with shades of silver which proved her affinity for light magic.

"Fine. Nice to see you again, Assistant Professor Ernas. Have you made any breakthrough with your research since Laurel?" He gave her a polite bow before letting her in.

"On second thought, ’little one’ sounds just fine. My students and parents are more than enough to make me feel old already. I missed you, tall one." She giggled.

"Thanks, little one. I really missed your house staff during my travels as well." He said while finally returning her hug.

"You son of a..." Quylla pushed him away with fake anger, but she was cut short.