Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1198

Chapter 1198 A Powerful Master Part 2

"How’s our patient?" Friya asked while dabbing her sweat.

"Cranky, rude, and whiny." Quylla replied.

"Back to normal, then. His kind attitude during the last few days creeped me out. Do you mind coming outside for a while? I might use your help." Friya sniffed the soup’s delicious smell, causing her stomach to grumble.

Yet her time for training was almost over and soon it would be her turn taking care of Nalrond. Lunch could wait a few minutes longer. Quylla nodded, walking outside the house and into the Warp Steps leading them to their secret training area.

After using the Restoration spell to keep the dimensional corridor from being opened again and a Life Sensing array to make sure that no one was around, they could finally relax.

"What’s the matter?" Quylla asked.

"I’m trying a new dimensional spell, but Mogar keeps correcting me. I tried countless runes that make it work like a charm, but for some reason, she keeps grumbling every time I cast it." Friya replied.

"She?"

"It sounds like a woman to me." Friya shrugged.

"That makes the two of us. Does it sound like your own voice or someone else’s?" Quylla asked.

"Sadly, it sounds like Mom’s annoying, lecturing voice when she scolds us. Friya sighed. "I hoped so bad that it would sound like a man, instead. Maybe like someone I know."

"Why is that?" Quylla knit her eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, based on what Nalrond said, since Mogar takes the form of the person that literally means the world to you, I hoped to hear the voice of my true love or something like that. It would have helped my love life a lot."

"Who knows, maybe Mom’s your type." Quylla chuckled as Friya produced retching sounds in reply.

"Gross! By the way, whose voice do you hear in your head?"

"Faluel. It must be because she’s my mentor and the best mage I know." Quylla lied through her teeth.

She actually heard her own voice when Mogar talked to her, but she was too ashamed to admit it.

"Okay, here’s how my spell works and what I tried so far..."

After they had finished treating Nalrond, the only thing they could do while waiting for him to wake up was to practice their magic in turns. Someone had to always remain by his side to make sure that his condition didn’t get worse.

During that time, they had discovered one of the properties of the Fringe that Werepeople believed to be lost to time.

Whenever they created new spells, the moment they employed a rune that Mogar deemed to be subpar, she would mess with their thoughts in various ways. If the rune was close enough to the right one, Mogar would straight suggest it.

Otherwise, she would just scoff, click her tongue, or clear her throat with an intensity proportional to how wrong the planet considered the rune. At first, Quylla and Friya had thought to have gone mad.

"That’s a nice way to say that he’s an idiot, but it still doesn’t answer my question. Why does Mogar mess only with some spells?" Friya asked, receiving a finger as an answer from Morok.

"Isn’t it obvious? It’s because until now we’ve only practiced perfect spells." Quylla said.

"Meaning?" The others asked in unison.

"Gods, Friya, didn’t you listen to Morok? He’s been very clear. We cast a spell, we speak with Mogar. What do you usually do when someone close to you messes up with words when asking you a question?" Quylla said.

"Either I ask them to say that again or I try to clear it up by rephrasing the question." Friya answered.

"That’s what Mogar does in a very rude way. When it understands the meaning of our spell, it produces the intended effect whereas when we cast it wrong, Mogar can’t help but scold us.

"Which means that a Fringe is the perfect place to practice new spells because we can use Mogar itself as a teacher!" Quylla said.

"What she said. That’s’ exactly what I meant." Morok rushed to say while still in awe at the revelation. Until that moment, he had just tried to make Mogar shut up rather than listening to its voice.

From that moment, the three of them spent all of their free time practicing the most complex and difficult spells in their respective grimoire, exploiting Mogar’s voice to solve problems to which even their Awakened mentors had no answer.

Friya and Quylla shared their findings with each other because of their bond of trust, whereas Morok did it as an excuse to talk to her and because he had no problem admitting that she was way smarter than him.

Even though Quylla wasn’t able to use true magic and its runes, she could still offer him several different solutions that it was up to him to adapt to his spells.