Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3991

Chapter 3991: The Hard Part (Part 2)

"Gods, I’m so sorry." Friya looked around and discovered that after serving Eryl, she had made one mess after another. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me."

She rushed out of the field hospital with tears already streaking down her cheeks. Nalrond had to jog to catch up with her and Warp them back to the tower.

There, Friya broke down crying, flooding the Agni with a torrent of jumbled words that were meant to express the depth of Drenya’s betrayal and the pain that the reopening of the old wound inflicted on Friya.

Nalrond held her tight, nodding from time to time and handing her a handkerchief to blow her nose when necessary.

"Can you believe my birth mother is such a bitch?" Friya sobbed. "Because I can’t!"

"Me neither." The Agni replied.

"I don’t know what’s worse, whether discovering that she’s still alive or that she’s going to die a dog’s death. If she’s lucky." Friya sniffled. "I know she deserves everything that comes her way, but..."

"But there are things you don’t wish even to someone like your birth mother." Nalrond completed the phrase for her.

"Yes." Friya hugged him tight.

Nalrond remained silent, lulling her until she calmed down.

"So, what do we want to do?" He asked once Friya’s expression became a mask of focus, and he could hear the gears in her head turning.

"Right now? Maybe go back to our patients and then lunch." She replied.

"That’s not what I meant, and you know it, smartass." Nalrond kissed her forehead. "I was talking about Drenya."

"What about her?" Friya grunted. "For all we know, she’s the one who betrayed the Black Stork tribe to climb the power ladder of the outlaw tribes."

"Unlikely." Nalrond shrugged. "Drenya wouldn’t have put so much effort into developing her village if she intended to tear it down all along. Also, she’s too smart not to know that a traitor rarely outlives her usefulness, and with the Black Stork gone, she has nothing to offer the Yellow Wind.

"There is no way that she was smart enough never to reveal the crimes for which she’s wanted in the Kingdom, and then she blew up nine years of work for nothing, and you know it. You just want a reason to wash your hands of her fate."

"I’d love to, but my stupid brain doesn’t let me." Friya sighed. "Do you think I’m stupid for feeling bad about a woman who hurt me so much?"

"You’re not stupid. Just human." Nalrond replied. "I know it’s not the same thing, but I put everything on the line to save Salman, and I hated the guy’s guts. I understand how weird it feels to want to help someone you despise."

"Thank you for helping me make up my mind." She held him tight one more time before stepping away. "Now, however, comes the hard part."

"Yeah, that’s going to be brutal." He nodded.

"We need to find a way to talk Lith into coming with us and tracking the Yellow Wind tribe with the Eyes of Menadion." Friya said.

"We need to find a way to tell Jirni we’re bailing out on her vacation to rescue your birth mother." Nalrond said.

"Wait, what?" They said in unison.

"Why would you waste your time talking to Lith when you know he has a wallet beating in his chest? Just ask Solus. She has an actual heart, and when she says yes, Lith will follow." Nalrond said.

"How can you worry about my mother in a moment like this? I mean Jirni." Friya said. "I’m sure she doesn’t mind if..."

Her voice trailed off as the realization dawned on her.

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