Supreme Magus novel Chapter 925

Chapter 925: Secret Meeting (Part 1)

"I don’t mean to be pushy, but ever since you enrolled in the White Griffon, you have done a great service to the Kingdom and have been paid accordingly. Why this sudden change of heart?" Marchioness Distar asked.

"Who has offered her heart, body, and soul to the Kingdom more than Phloria Ernas?" Lith’s voice was stone cold. "Yet it didn’t save her from suffering an unjust fate. She’s still just a Captain, isn’t she?"

"Yours is a rash judgment. Nothing has been decided and she could be acquitted at any time." The Marchioness was now on shaky ground.

Phloria’s still ongoing trial was a sour note that all the friends and the enemies of the Ernas played constantly. The former demanded acquittal and an apology, while the latter demanded an exemplary punishment.

"A trial that should not have even started and yet in a few months it will become one year old. If politics can push a family as powerful as the Ernas to such a degree, I’d rather stay out of it before it turns my blessings into curses. How is Brinja?" Lith asked.

In the Griffon Kingdom’s social circles, asking about a relative was the polite way to put an end to a discussion. The Marchioness caught his drift and moved the conversation to less controversial topics, like the development of Lustria county.

"Care to join us, Trequill?" She had noticed for a while the excitable man waiting for the right moment chime in. The future of the Kingdom or of a Great Mage were out of the reach of a countryside noble.

"With pleasure, dear Marchioness." Count Lark literally jumped at the occasion, making his monocle pop out of the eye socket.

Count Lark hadn’t changed much since the last time Lith had seen him in person. He was in his late fifties, around 1,83 meters (6’) tall with a thin build, that made him appear even taller.

The Count had thick black hair with streaks of grey and a short-trimmed goatee. His inseparable black-rimmed monocle was attached to his breast pocket with a blue silk string.

"How are things going for the Lark family, dear Count?" Lith said while they shook hands.

"They could go much better." Lark sighed. Looking at how Lith had become as tall as he was and thinking about his achievements, Lark regretted the rumors about Raaz being his illegitimate son being lies. "Thank the gods we had three Rangers this winter.

"The problem is not the undead, but the panic they cause. Everyone who died during the last few months had their corpse decapitated and a few villages have been decimated due to violent cases of mass hysteria."

"It’s the same everywhere." Lith shrugged. "In the north, a traveler who reached a village at night wouldn’t live to see the day. People were so scared that they would mercilessly kill any stranger knocking at their doors.

"How are Jadon and Kelya doing?"

"Great, just great. Maybe too much. After acquiring the assets of my late wife, I let them rule one county each while I supervised their work. Our counties developed so much that my children almost didn’t attend their own marriages.

"Never become a feudal lord, dear Lith. It sucks the soul out of you." Lark said before noticing the Marchioness glaring at him.

"Hi, Lith. Where have you been? We all missed you at the White Griffon academy." A gentle hand tapped his shoulder, prompting him to turn around.

"Professor Wanemyre, I thought you hated social events. Meeting you here is such a pleasant surprise." Lith gave her a bow and a hand-kissing.