Supreme Magus

Authorʼs note: from this chapter onward i will put a - before a inner monologue/ telephatic dialogue.

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There was still some time before the start of the academic year. Lith spent most of it reading the Headmasterʼs books and planning his future. According to the school records, most students would achieve only a specialization.

Good and great mages would achieve two, while attaining three or more was the sign of a true polymath genius. It wasnʼt enough attending the courses to be considered a specialist, one should also possess considerable talent in the field.

And like most things in life, genius couldnʼt be evaluated with just numbers. Krishna Manohar, the resident god of healing, had only two specializations, simply because he had no interest in other topics.

His second one was as Battle Mage, and even in his biography it was mentioned only once, for the sake of completeness.

Yet Nana having only one specialization felt wrong on so many levels, that Lith decided to take a pause from his studies to ask her why.

Those days, the White Griffon uniform was the only dress he would wear, not for swag, as much for practicality. It was capable of self-cleaning, getting rid of any dirt or sweat, and to offer some degree of protection from both physical and magical attacks.

It allowed him to be more relaxed during his day life and when hunting. It was like wearing a full armour, but light as silk. It could withstand a bearʼs claw strike without ripping, but Lith would still feel the blunt impact.

He had made many experiments, to test its reliability and limits. Oddly enough, the protection was extended to his head and hands too, despite being uncovered. The robe, though, was still stored in Solusʼ pocket dimension.

Wearing it would strengthen the protective effect, but it was too long and unpractical to use. It would get caught in trees, bushes, everything.

Not to mention that being stealthy while wearing an oversized bathrobe was nigh impossible.

-”I said this back on Earth and Iʼll repeat it now. Magesʼ fashion sense sucks. Capes and robes are idiotic to wear, they make you so easy to grab and slam around like a carpet.”-

Lith could have flown, yet he preferred walking. Those were his last moments of true freedom, and he wanted to enjoy them to the fullest.

At Nanaʼs home office, everyone showered him with praises and congratulations, giving the healer the time to speak with her former apprentice.

”Sorry to disappoint you, young sprite…” Ever since Lith had saved Count Larkʼs family years ago, she had promoted him from little imp to sprite.

”…but I only have one specialization.” She winked blatantly, despite they were alone in her private quarters.

”Here is an unrequested advice. Life is unpredictable, and many things youʼll need to survive are not written in any book.” She winked again.

”You need to lean them by experience.”

”I understand, sorry to have wasted your time.” Lith winked back.

”Do not apologize, dear. Itʼs always a pleasure seeing you. And donʼt even think about leaving without saying a proper goodbye, or when Iʼll die, Iʼll haunt you as a ghost!”

”Please, if itʼs true that weeds never die out, then youʼll probably outlive us all!”

Lith bought some fresh pastries and white bread, before returning home.

-”I canʼt decide if the idea of hidden specializations is more interesting or disturbing. I wonder if Nanaʼs second talent is the real reason for her downfall. Maybe she was a magical assassin that either failed an important mission or was framed.

Either way, to avoid repeating her mistakes, I must stick to the plan, get my specializations and as much backers as I can. And to get them, being a healer is the best bait.

The Marchioness proved to me that no matter how rich and powerful, they are still scared sh*tless of death. Also being a great healer brings you more clients than envy. If they see you as an asset, those in power donʼt feel threatened by your existence.”-

Lithʼs last months went by peacefully. Count Lark held a small private goodbye party, attended by Lithʼs and Larkʼs family, Nana and Selia. Hilya, the first cook, still believed in #TeamRaaz, so she went all out for the occasion.

She even called him ”Young Master” a couple of times, embarrassing both Lith and the Count. They didnʼt know if to laugh or cry, rumors indeed die hard.

The only sour note was the presence of Senton, Renaʼs soon-to-be husband. Lith had still a hard time letting his sister go, so when he shook the manʼs hand, he reminded him two truths.

”Remember, when you marry a woman, you marry her whole family.” Lith said out loud, triggering laughter and joy in the participants.

”And I know where you live.” He threatened him, whispering in Sentonʼs ear when they were embracing.

The Marchioness had been invited too, albeit only out of politeness, but she could not intervene, and for a good reason. Her family had been attacked once more, and she had her hands full trying to identify the instigator.

His first day of school, Lith left home before the sunrise. All his belongings were sadly able to fit in a chest smaller than an armchair, that his father Raaz had handmade for the occasion.

Despite the happy circumstances, his parents cried like he was about to go to war.

”Oh, Lith, promise to write me every day.” Sobbed Elina, his mother while hugging him strong enough to squeeze the air out of his lungs.

”Mom, we have the communication amulet, remember? Do you really want to wait for the mail to be delivered?”

”Of course not, you silly. Call us as soon as you have a minute to spare.” She said throwing him into his fatherʼs arms.

”Remember, little one, no matter how far you will be, youʼll always have a family and a house here.” Raazʼs cheeks were streaked with tears, his voice broken.

”Far? Dad, between flight and Warp Steps Iʼm barely an hour away from home. Iʼll be back at the end of the first trimester, in time for the Spring Festival.”

Lith was moved and confused by their feelings. Back on Earth, when he and Carl had left their home, their mother send away gift had been changing the door locks.

His sistersʼ goodbyes were much more joyous. They were both moving on with their lives, and were happy that their little brother too was able to pursue his dreams.

Trion was nowhere to be seen. Their relationship had never mended, and the more power and authority Lith gained, the more Trion felt a stranger to his own family.

He had left home as soon as he turned sixteen, announcing his decision to perform voluntary military service and marry outside the family, leaving Tista to inherit the farm and the house.

Lith left home, making the chest fly alongside him. Only when he was far enough, he stored it inside the pocket dimension and went pedal to the metal.

He took it out before approaching the nearest Mage Association branch, keeping it floating while he walked through the Warp Step to the academy. An attendant accompanied him to his personal room, in the fourth-year wing of the castle.

To avoid hazing, each year had a separate wing for its classes, living quarters, even the canteen. Students from different years had no common spaces.

After imprinting the room with his mana, becoming its master, Lith left his chest and dismissed the attendant. He had the map of the castle copied and stored in Soluspedia, hence needing no help to reach his classroom.

Regardless of the chosen specializations, the students of the fourth year had some classes that everyone had to attend. Theory of Combat Magic was one of those mandatory courses. (*)

Lith was one of the first to arrive, the classroom was almost empty, except for a few students that had already occupied the desks in the last row.

The classroom resembled a lecture classroom from a college, with a pitched floor and the desks arranged in a semi-circular shape. At a first glance, it seemed to have a capacity of at least two hundred students.

In any other circumstances, Lith would have admired the perfect lighting of the room, the magnificence of the marble floor, the refined craftmanship of the desks. Each one was made with the best materials available, drawing a merciless comparison with his old college.

At that moment, however, his eyes were only noticing how all those present had sighed in relief seeing him. Judging from their positioning and nervousness, they were clearly trying to lie low and go unnoticed.

Lith had walked enough in their shoes to know what it meant, and how futile their effort was.

-”Poor guys, you still havenʼt learned that you canʼt avoid trouble when itʼs the trouble looking for you, uh? Just like in middle school, the preys come early to avoid contact, while the predators take their sweet time.”-

He chose a seat in the middle row, not too close, but not too far. He would still be able to see clearly the professor and read from what appeared to be a chalkboard.

-”Sigh, I would love to sit in the first row, but I bet thatʼs the cool kidsʼ gathering spot. Itʼs better to avoid useless arguments and stay in the safe zone. If someone comes to bother me, it would be on purpose.”-

Lith took out his notebook and inkwell, to prepare for the lesson, hoping things to go smoothly.

According to Nana, the real class hierarchy would be established from day one. Both he and Solus remained alert the whole time, while the classroom was getting filled with people.

Some sneered looking at him, others shook their head with a sad expression, deeming him too dumb or naïve to know his place.

-”Itʼs very interesting.” Solus said. ”The worst mana core I detected is bright green, all the rest are different shades of cyan or deep blue. Itʼs not a surprise that so many of Larkʼs proteges failed at the admission.”

”Yeah, peachy. Not only I am not the top dog mana core-wise, I cannot use any magic outside the fake one. Eyes on the prize, Solus, this is Sparta. Based on the glances I received, the situation may be worse than I expected.”-

When only fifteen minutes remained before the scheduled start of the lesson, three girls waddled in like they owned the place. Lith threw a quick glance in the back rows, and judging from the cowering behind the desks, the queen was in the house.

After shaking his robeʼs right sleeve, he braced for impact.

They were chatting among themselves, looking around the class like hungry wolves in a butcher shop. He could hear the one on point, a red-haired girl, say:

”Letʼs give the new guys a proper welcome.”

They walked up the stair, until they were in front of Lithʼs desk.

”Hey, shorty, what are you doing so close to my desk? Your filthy peasant smell makes me nauseous. Scram to the last row together with the rest of the garbage!”

Said the red-haired girl, that was barely five centimetres (2 inches) taller than him, while her two companions giggled and sneered eerily.

-”What the f*ck?!” Lith thought. ”This seems out of Aesopʼs ʼThe wolf and the lambʼ fable. I bet that even if I was already sitting in the last row, she would harass me for not respecting my seniors or something.

She is looking for a fight, no matter what I do. Solus, letʼs go with the worst-case scenario contingency plan.”-

”I am sorry?” Lith replied with his most innocent tone. ”According to the White Griffon rules, I have the right to sit whenever I want. You have no authority to order me around. Please, leave me alone and we can all forget about this incident.”

Lith was really disappointed inwardly. A least on Earth bad girls were hot stuff, these three, instead, were barely cute, with average curves and the charisma of a rotting opossum.

”You insolent fool!” She snarled at him. ”Donʼt you know who I am? I…”

At that point, Lith activated his Hush spell on both his ears, preventing himself to hear the load of bullsh*t the girl was spewing.

He knew his temper enough to know that otherwise he would have probably lost his cool, especially if she mentioned his family. Falling for their provocations would mean giving them and others an excuse to harass him.

-”Hey, Solus, I canʼt read lips, but I guess she is making herself appear high and mighty, flaunting her family status. All while belittling me and my physical appearance. How close did I get?”

”Very close. By my maker, this girl really has a way with words. If I had a body, I would kick her a*s already. The things she is saying about you! She is just the worst! Not to mention those two harpies, ganging up with her at the right time.”

”Please, do not give me any details. I am already outraged, donʼt add any more fuel to the fire. Itʼs time to put the Headmasterʼs word to the test. I wonʼt stand for this sh*t one more…”

Before he could complete the thought, Solus interrupted both him and the spells.

”Thatʼs your cue!”- Lith barely made in time to listen to the:

”Are you listening to me?”

”For the godsʼ sake no, sweetheart. Your voice is so squeaky that it would make me rip my ears off, if I had to actually listen to all your whining and ranting.”

The three girls were silenced out of shock.

”Sweetheart?” Someone in the classroom echoed.

”Itʼs just a figure of speech, of course.” Lith replied as it had been the leader of the pack speaking.

”Youʼre not blind. Iʼm pretty sure that, despite your over inflated ego, you know deep inside your rotten heart that you are almost as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside.

We have nobles even in my backwater village, but you win the prize for the one with the longest stick up her a*s and biggest sh*t in her nose hands down, that much I have to give it to you.”

Lith had only one way out of that situation, the least he could do was let off his chest all the pent-up rage.

”How… How dare you?!” The girl face had turned purple, her eyes were popping out of rage and brimming with mana.

”Look, kid, the lesson is about to begin and Iʼm already bored. Maybe you are used to scare people with your ugly mug and annoying voice, but I faced much worse in my life. Now scram, before I report you for harassment.

This isnʼt your home, this is one of the six great academies, it has rules!”

Since they meant to harm him anyway, he would give them all the rope they wanted, hoping they would end up hanging themselves with it.

The girl laughed heartily.

”Rules? I donʼt give a damn about the rules, I could kill you right here and now and get away with it in less than an hour. Do you think any of these cowards would dare to say a word?

That anyone from a noble or magician family would waste even one breath for a filthy peasant? The likes of you shouldnʼt even be here, your kind does nothing but taint this place and ruin magicʼs good name.”

Lith stood up indignant, ready for the grand finale.

”How dare you? I spoke with the Headmaster when I enrolled, he said…”

The girl on his left cut him short.

”Who? That loser? My father says he is so young that he probably still wets himself at night.”

”He is just a strawman, like all the Headmasters.” Added the one on his right. ”He is just a puppet in the hands of the great families. You are all alone in here, country sh*t.”

The leader of the pack had regained confidence, her arms were crossed in front of her chest, a smug grin going from ear to ear.

”Now get your filthy a*s out of that chair, kneel to me and lick my shoes clean. If you do it, I promise not to beat you too hard.”

Their fists were now set ablaze, their mouths and hands moving in unison, each one casting a different spell.

Lith just took his right hand out the robeʼs long sleeve, revealing a small black sphere. Magic was gently coursing and pulsing within it.

He put it front of her horrified face, the smiles and spells had disappeared, the whole class fell silent.

”Once more, with feeling”