Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3738

Chapter 3738: Exclusive Club (Part 1)

Each time Lith and Jormun met, they learned something more about the other, but they also grew more distant. Whatever Valeron’s mother was doing posed a threat to Lith, especially her dealings with a man called Meln.

Valeron had only a vague memory of the man called Meln, and it wasn’t a good one. He remembered the revulsion both Jormun and Thrud felt for him and how they had tried to keep Meln as far away from Valeron as possible.

Such was his father’s disdain for Meln that it had led to the only pacific confrontation between Jormun and Lith after he escaped from the Golden Griffon.

Instead of fighting, they discussed their differences and found an acceptable compromise. A compromise that allowed them both to go back home to their respective children.

After the meeting in Meln’s secret lair, came their final encounter.

Neither of them wanted to fight, and they expressed it with words and Dragon Scales. Lith meant Jormun and Valeron no harm, but Thrud had to be stopped to protect Elysia. Jormun wanted to protect Lith and offered him the safety of the Golden Griffon.

This time, there was no possible compromise. In the brief embrace they shared before the fight, they came to mutual understanding. They wanted the same thing, but the methods they had chosen to achieve it were irreconcilable.

They wanted a world where their respective children would grow up safe and happy with their parents. If Thrud won, Elysia would have been born an orphan and lived in exile. If Lith won, that same fate would belong to Valeron, and so it had been.

Jormun knew how dangerous Mogar would have been for Valeron if Thrud’s plan failed and she accompanied her husband in death. It was the reason Jormun had asked Lith to take care of Valeron, and he smiled at the Tiamat during their final handshake.

Jormun the Emerald Dragon had died with a smile on his face because he knew he could trust his estranged little brother. That even though they had spent most of the little time they had together as enemies, they parted ways as fellow fathers.

The stream of consciousness ended, leaving Valeron free to mull over what he had noticed and compare it with what he knew.

The realization that two men so different could also be so similar amazed him. They had different motives to join the War of the Griffons and had chosen opposing sides, but they had fought for the same reason.

They didn’t belong to the same race, but they were identical in the way they looked at Valeron, held, and loved him. Jormun and Lith had done everything they could to protect Valeron, even at the cost of putting their lives on the line.

The outcomes differed, but the will was the same.

"Ran?" Valeron asked, his voice feeble.

"Ran?" Lith echoed. "Don’t you mean, Ral?"

Lith pointed at Kamila’s womb, and she took a step forward.

"No, Ran." Valeron pointed at Lith’s hip. "Ra... nahroc."

"Ragnarök?" Lith asked, and the baby boy nodded.

Lith usually kept the angry blade away from the kids. It was no toy, and Lith feared what might happen if Elysia or Valeron touched its hilt.

Lith took Ragnarök out of his pocket dimension, making sure it floated at a safe distance from the babies, and with its blood sheath shut tight.

"Ran?" Valeron asked.

"Protect the daughter. Protect the son." Ragnarök’s voice was inhuman yet filled with pride as it stated its purpose with a matter-of-fact tone, like a herald reading a royal decree.

The angry blade tilted slightly in a bow to Elysia, Valeron, and then Kamila’s baby bump.

Valeron nodded at Ragnarök and then turned to Lith.

"Dad?" The word itself was the question.

"Son?" Lith’s answer wasn’t a question, just an expression of surprise and disbelief.

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