Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4081

Chapter 4081: Weeds of Chaos (Part 2)

At the moment, the young Manohar was busy studying the little Tyrants’ shapeshifting abilities and their attempts to escape the Doomslayer crib by flight. He could easily replicate their claws and fangs, but he knew there would be no strength behind them.

Manohar’s mass was still that of a toddler, and without plants to support his movements, he had the agility of a sack of bricks. Yet what truly fascinated him was Orikan’s and Jirya’s flight abilities.

Marth’s son had already grasped the concept of propulsion behind it, yet even though he knew he couldn’t imitate it, Manohar the Second couldn’t take his eyes off the twins.

He was incredibly smart for a baby, but still a baby. All the colorful sparks the two Tyrants released dazzled him, making him giggle nonstop.

"Ba!" Elysia said, triggering a quarrel between the babies and forcing Shargein to Hush the crib.

The tall, bearded man had the same expression as his father when he was about to say something important, and the Wyrmling wanted to listen.

"Dear friends and guests." It was the first time in King Meron’s life that he officiated a wedding where the audience was so cleanly split.

On Friya’s side sat the members of the Kingdom nobility, of her family, of the White Griffon academy, the Verhens, and those like Faluel and Fyrwal, who had a link, albeit tenuous, to political life and who the Royals had met at least a couple of times.

On Nalrond’s side, instead, sat a bunch of colorfully dressed weirdos the King had never met and whom he recognized as Awakened only thanks to the aura of power each one of them exuded.

The only true friends of the Agni were the Fastarrows.

Even with acquaintances like Salman, Brina, and Ajatar, if not for the members of the Awakened Council, the right side of the aisle would have been so empty that it would have ruined the mood of the wedding.

The Awakened made up for the lack of guests from the groom’s side, but they were an eyesore.

Some of them wore clothes from centuries past, others donned long ceremonial mage robes unfit for a wedding, and a few sported things that Meron would have sworn were pajamas.

"Man, if I hate Mondays." Inxialot, the Lich King, said while he sipped his black coffee from a mug.

"What’s a Monday?" Nero, a black cat sitting on Inxialot’s lap, asked while sipping a latte from a smaller mug.

The noble side of the aisle stared at the talking and drinking cat with wide eyes, having a hard time focusing on the King.

"No clue." The Lich King replied. "It’s something Apep says once a week. I assume Monday is something tiresome and boring, just like whatever this is. By the way, where are we? I don’t remember coming here. I must have spaced out."

"It’s a marriage ceremony, you moron." Raagu whispered angrily. "You’re embarrassing us in front of the whole Kingdom."

"Why didn’t you tell me we were getting married?" Inxialot and Nero spat their beverages back into their respective mugs, yet for completely different reasons. "I can’t believe you let me come here in my pajamas."

’I can’t believe my ears! That’s really pajamas. I would laugh my head off if not for my duty as officiant and the risk that the monstrous Lich might kill me where I stand if I offend him.’ Meron though.

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