Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4386

Chapter 4386: True Colors (Part 2)

"This must be Magus Verhen!" Usul’s voice oozed sarcasm. "Quick, roll out the red carpet and throw a few rose petals. We don’t want to look bad on Osyan’s special day!"

"Thanks for the thought, but that’s unnecessary." Lith stepped through the door as Geldrid rambled something about her being Magus to have such a humble guest in her honored home. "We are all friends here, aren’t we?"

Usul was about to mock call a rescue team of the Queen’s Corps to drag the birthday boy out of the bathroom, but the voice died in his throat. The tall stranger looked like the Supreme Magus and wore a white and golden robe identical to the one depicted on the posters hung across the city.

The only weird thing about the man was the two toddlers strapped to the baby carriers on his chest and a slightly older boy sitting on his shoulders.

"I’m sorry for being late, but I can’t go anywhere without Ral, and Ely insisted on coming along to protect him. At that point, I had to bring Val along too." He pointed at the babies, going from the youngest to the oldest.

"Me bib sisser!" The baby girl declared proudly.

"I’m sorry for arriving so ahead of schedule." Usul recognized Rhami as she entered a second later. "I wanted to make sure we arrived before you gave Osyan his presents."

The tall boy’s imagination ran through countless scenarios to figure out who might have the money to hire an impersonator of the Supreme Magus, but none of them could account for the babies’ shapeshifting whenever they touched hands.

Usul saw the social worker’s lips move as she explained something to Geldrid and Tessor, but he couldn’t hear a word she said, and neither could they. The three of them were as pale as ghosts, unable to avert their eyes from the tall stranger.

For some reason, he didn’t move from the entrance, nor did he close the door. He just stood there, ready to leave as quickly as he had appeared.

"Are you really the Supreme Magus?" Mirika asked.

"Is this proof enough?" Five extra eyes opened on the tall stranger’s face, and black scales covered his skin.

"Yes!" The little girl jumped with joy.

"Are you here for Osyan?" Valik, an eight-year-old boy, dared ask.

"Of course." Lith shrugged. "What kind of friend would I be if I forgot about his birthday?"

Those simple words shattered Usul’s cynical view of Mogar. Suddenly miracles seemed possible, and maybe good people really existed.

As for Osyan, Lith’s presence scared him even more than being exposed as a liar. Several months had passed since the last time they met, but the young boy had forgotten nothing of his two encounters with the Supreme Magus.

The Void’s cruel words and the massacre that had ensued during his fight with the Dead King still haunted Osyan’s dreams. To make matters more complicated, the boy’s own words and actions when Lith had come to apologize were burned into Osyan’s memory just as vividly.

The boy had yelled at the Magus, called him every name in the book, and hit him however he could to provoke Lith into killing him. Back then, Osyan was filled with so much guilt that he believed he had no right to live.

He had prayed countless times for his abusive parents to become good to him or at least for someone to take him away from them. His prayers had been answered, but not in the way he imagined.

Despite all of their flaws and the pain they caused him, Osyan had never wished harm to his parents. That fateful day in Zeska, however, they had lost their lives to the Dead King and so did countless others.

Osyan, instead, had not only survived the attack without so much as a scratch thanks to the Void’s protection, but had also been brought into a house where he was safe, well-fed, and free from fear.

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