"The kids described this Indech thing to me, but I prefer seeing it with my own eyes. I’m the one who prepares the blueprints for the statues and the molds for the merchandise."
"I can show you, but you can’t reveal it to anyone." Lith replied. "I need this to be a secret for as long as I can to keep the surprise effect."
He used a few simple spells to darken the windows and assumed his Indech form.
"My lips are sealed." Zekell studied the crimson giant with the eye of the artisan. "Once the cat gets out of the bag, however, please consider making an appearance at the temple."
"Why?" Lith asked while the blacksmith checked the shape and size of his feathers.
"Because it would bring luster and fame to Lutia and keep our community tight." Zekell said. "Even though you are often absent, you are the face of Lutia and the soul of the temple. Everything you do matters."
"Dad is right, Lith." Senton said. "You may not like it, but the temple does a lot for those who have little. People seek shelter there, and Dad never lets anyone go away on an empty stomach. Maybe you could do the energy wings thing for them."
"Yeah, the energy wings!" The triplets echoed, looking at Aran with a smug grin on their faces. "Or maybe the Dragon wings of light! Those were really cool and made Grandma and Grandpa very happy."
"Enough with that!" Leria’s eyes flared with mana, and her hair whipped in the small storm Abominus conjured behind her. "You saw it, and Aran and I missed it. We got the message the first hundred times!"
She used no killing intent, and only Abominus was allowed to use that kind of magic inside the house to avoid accidents, so the grown-ups found the performance silly at best.
To the triplets, however, Leria appeared as a mighty mage empowered by her familiar spirit out of their bedtime stories.
Rena’s youngest were still forbidden from practicing any magic and wouldn’t be introduced to magical beasts until their fourth birthday, making Leria’s grandiose entrance a slap to their childish pride.
"Mom! Old Sis is being mean to us! Tell her to stop!" They said while clinging to Rena’s dress.
"What do you mean, old?" Mother and daughter said in unison.
"Leria is older than us." Teryon snorted.
"She’s mean." Lenart grunted.
"She’s a bully!" Falco clicked his tongue.
"She has already gotten her magical powers and her Emperor Beast. She has received the ashes of Grandpa Valtak, and she’s Awakened. Yet Leria scolds us when we flaunt the only thing we have, and she doesn’t!" They said in unison.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Rena sighed. "Leria worked hard for her magic powers and Awakening. No one gifted them to her."
She left out the part about not agreeing with her daughter’s decision about Awakening because Rena knew how much it meant to Leria. Rena was proud of her daughter and didn’t want to mar Leria’s achievement with her motherly worries.
"Becoming an Emperor Beast is Abominus’ success. It has nothing to do with Leria. Think about Slash and Crash. They are still magical beasts."
***
Meanwhile, at Protector’s home.
"Why are you guys still magical beasts?" As the oldest, Lilia sat on the highest chair.
"Abominus and Onyx evolved months ago. What’s taking you so long?" Leran sat to her right, straight as an arrow to look taller.
"You guys are lame!" Fenrir sat on a booster chair at Lilia’s left.
"Bark! Bark!" Solkar ran circles around the two magical beasts who stood at the center of the carpet that served as a dock in the family court of justice.
The toddler had no idea what was happening, but he tried his best to be part of it.
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