Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2118

Chapter 2118 Four is a Party (Part 2)

For a mage, their mana core was more important than their name or any powerful artifact that they may possess. It was a huge part of what they were and they would never swear upon it lightly.

Xenagrosh's eyes met Kigan's in a silent question: why?

The sadness she found told her everything.

Kigan was a Phoenix and a member of the nest. Being exiled from his family meant not only that part of his bloodline abilities were now useless but also that no matter what he achieved, he would always feel incomplete.

Kigan would have done everything to return to the flock and receive his mother's forgiveness. Now that Xenagrosh had gotten that very same opportunity, he couldn't bear to take it away from her.

"If we agree upon these terms, then I must ask you to tone down your powers." Milea said, drawing their attention. "Kelia's core is barely past the deep green and she has no experience fending against such a thick killing intent."

"Damn. Sorry, kid." Xenagrosh and Kigan were both apex predators, yet the Empress' simple presence was enough to put them on their toes.

It took them a series of deep breaths to calm down and a cloaking ring to suppress their auras enough for Kelia to stop shaking like a leaf.

"Okay, I'll leave her in your care." Milea patted her shoulder. "Remember that even though they have to follow your instructions, a good leader always listens to her elders."

The Empress Warped away while the members of the newly formed team studied each other.

"Okay, boss." Kigan said with a chuckle. "What's the plan."

'You always bug me to take control of my body, why have you chosen today to leave me alone?' Kelia asked via the mind link.

'Because they hate me and don't trust me. And for a good reason at that.' Dusk replied. 'Also, this is a perfect learning opportunity for you. One day, you will have to lead creatures that are much older than you.

'In the Awakened community, even seniority is second to power. With my help, knowledge, and your bloodline, even if you choose to never unseal my abilities, only white and black cores will stand above you. Maybe.'

"The plan is really simple." Kelia swallowed a lump of saliva. "We're going to party."

***

Later that same night, the three of them had dressed up for the occasion.

Xenagrosh had kept her human appearance since between her pale skin and sharp features, she looked like someone born in the Empire. Which was actually true except for the detail that back when she was born the Empire had yet to be founded.

Kigan, instead, had just shapeshifted the raven-black of his hair into reddish and the bronze of his skin into the paleness typical of the north. He had the appearance of a man in his early thirties, about 1.9 meters (6'3") tall with emerald eyes.

He had inherited them from Salaark and every time he looked at himself in the mirror, he could almost swear to see her disappointed gaze.

The Shadow Dragon could almost see her younger self in the girl beside her. So eager to learn, to grow up, and please an ancient fatherly figure whose standards were impossible to meet. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Their routine was simple.

The hybrids still introduced themselves as scouts from the Imperial academies but this time they had brought with them a non-existent raising star of the White Emperor academy who had the tender age of 12 would enroll straight in the fourth year.

"What wonderful news! Maybe the Empire will finally have its Lith from Lutia." Many mages said after noticing the similarities between the Supreme Magus' life and Kelia's cover story.

It was actually a ruse to make people curious enough to come looking for her instead of forcing Kelia to search every nook and cranny of the enormous households she visited.

It took them four nights and several tries to find someone useful.

They had been invited to the dancing party of Archmage Orovis and Kelia even had the honor of opening the dances.

As she led a young girl's steps, she had the opportunity to take a good look at the guests assembled in a circle around them, waiting for permission to enter the dancefloor.

The Ball Room was over thirty meters (100 feet) long and 50 meters (166 feet) wide while the ceiling was 10 meters (33 feet) high. The space was arranged on three levels.

On the ground floor, people would dance and different orchestras would take turns playing different kinds of ballads to give their colleagues time to rest. On the first floor, there was a wide balcony overlooking the dance floor with plenty of chairs and refreshments.

The guests would go there to rest their feet, mingle, or enjoy the delicacies offered by their host's house staff. The third floor, instead, was soundproof and split into many closed VIP rooms where the Lord of the house and his guests could discuss important matters without being bothered.