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M: TSIA Chapter 83: A Thank You Gift from the Girl
🕑 Added 2025-02-06 11:54:41 +0000 UTCWhat was done in Kamar-Taj was not something to be ashamed of, and all this time, the Sorcerer Supreme preferred to avoid the world's spotlight just to evade unnecessary conflict.
However, seeing his disciples fight like this, the Sorcerer Supreme could not hide his dissatisfaction.
"Sorcerer Supreme, Lance he..." Mordo was about to speak, his tone filled with discontent.
But before Mordo could continue, the Ancient One simply waved his hand with a light yet authoritative gesture.
"Master Mordo, I already know what happened."
The Sorcerer Supreme was a figure who could pierce through time, though far from omniscient and omnipotent. However, as long as the Ancient One wished it, not much could be hidden from the Sorcerer Supreme in this world.
The Ancient One's gaze now shifted to Lance, the look in the Ancient One's eyes sharp yet full of understanding.
"Lance, do you want to say something?"
Lance thought for a moment, then looked directly at the Ancient One before answering in a firm voice.
"Sorcerer Supreme, I just want to protect the world in my own way. Evil must be punished, regardless of whether it is human or demon, and the interests of good people must be protected, regardless of whether they are human or demon."
Lance's gaze remained sharp as he raised his hand, pointing towards the villa that had now turned into dangerous ruins due to the earlier battle. The air around the building still vibrated with residual magical energy that had not fully dissipated.
"That child has never done anything wrong. The girl should have lived a beautiful life, but her life was ruined by some beasts that are even more vile than demons." Lance's voice trembled slightly, not out of doubt, but from repressed anger.
Lance clenched his fist before continuing, "I am willing to give that girl a chance for revenge, and I will also take responsibility for the consequences of that little girl's revenge."
Mordo immediately interjected with a firm and confident tone. "Our mission is to protect humanity!"
Lance was not swayed by that statement. He looked at Mordo with an unreadable expression before speaking in a calmer tone, "I will protect humans, but not animals. They are worse than demons."
Mordo's face, which had initially been dark, now appeared slightly pale. Not from anger, but from exhaustion. Casting a large number of spells earlier had drastically drained his energy. Even with the magical antibodies Mordo had accumulated over the years, the effects of using forbidden magic were still felt. Mordo knew that his body would be in pain for several months due to the strain he had just put it under.
Lance observed Mordo, a small victorious smile etched on his face. However, as Lance analyzed further, he realized something—his own condition was not much better than Mordo's.
Physically, Lance was clearly stronger than Mordo. However, in terms of magical achievement, Lance was still one level lower. This time, Lance had used a more complicated method to unleash forbidden magic, and the effects were beginning to take their toll on his body.
A chilling sensation began to envelop Lance's skin, but at the same time, a painful burning feeling spread throughout his body, as if his blood were boiling in his veins. Lance's sense of taste quickly weakened, and his fingers began to go numb. This was not something permanent, but Lance knew that this effect would last for two or three weeks before his body could fully recover.
But for Lance, it was a price worth paying.
The pain Mordo was experiencing was surely far worse.
With his body exhausted from using forbidden magic, it was likely that when Mordo returned to Kamar-Taj, he would not be able to cook or even lift a spoon by himself. He would have to rely on the disgusting magical creatures for food for the next few months.
By the way, there was no regular food in Kamar-Taj.
Sorcerer Hamill, who was in charge of the kitchen, never cooked normal human food. Instead, Hamill only served monster dishes—strange life forms captured from other dimensions. The dishes not only had horrifying appearances but also had disgusting textures and aromas that could make anyone vomit.
It tasted like hot, rotting garbage, with a stench that stung the nose and pieces of meat that still moved as if trying to escape from the plate. Some even crawled, jumped, or made hissing sounds when chewed.
However, the sorcerers had to eat.
The biological makeup of these alien creatures had its own benefits—they strengthened the stomach and intestines of the sorcerers, making their bodies more resistant to the side effects of magic. In other words, that disgusting food was actually useful, even though it still felt like a terrible curse.
When Lance recalled the taste, he felt as if he were experiencing a nightmare he wanted to erase from his memory.
Lance had long left Kamar-Taj, but he was very sure that Mordo—despite having lived there for decades—still had not gotten used to that food. And now, to atone for the consequences of his magic abuse, Mordo would have to survive on that "hot garbage" for months.
Just imagining it made Lance feel happy.
By the way, Mordo, the man with a rigid and stubborn personality, was never really popular in Kamar-Taj. In fact, Mordo might have been even less liked than Kaecilius. Lance could imagine the other sorcerers smirking with satisfaction as they watched Mordo struggle to finish bite after bite of that cursed food.
However, the Ancient One did not respond to their little quarrel.
The Sorcerer Supreme merely turned slightly, his gaze fixed on the dilapidated villa, before reminding them in a calm voice, "Lance, you must go and fulfill your promise."
As soon as the Ancient One finished speaking, the dilapidated villa collapsed from the center with a thunderous sound.
Bricks and wood fell, leaving only a pile of broken walls and dusty rubble.
In the midst of the debris, something moved.
A tall monster stood there, its body slowly rising from the dust and ruins.
