Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3752

Chapter 3752: Third Place (Part 1)

Whenever Quylla ran out of ideas, she moved on to her still nameless branch of magic. Between the knowledge she accumulated by studying the life force of Fomors and Balors and the growing power of the twins, Quylla’s work progressed by leaps and bounds whenever she had so much as a spark of inspiration.

On the other hand, however, getting up by herself was becoming harder and harder. Quylla now needed either someone to pull her up or to use Spirit Magic just to get out of bed before noon.

Pregnancy amplified her magical abilities threefold, but also all of her biological needs. She ate so much and had to run to the bathroom so often that she had become sick of it.

"It’s the circle of life, baby." Morok moved her from her desk to the toilet in a princess carry. "What goes in has to go out."

"That’s not how the circle of life works." She sighed. "But thanks for the moral support and your help. Stupid Warp Steps."

Quylla had tried Blinking to the bathroom, but she was no Friya. She often messed up the dimensional coordinates, cutting through sinks, the bathtub, and one time the toilet itself.

Water had flooded Quylla’s guest quarters, and if not for the self-repair arrays of the Mansion, Lith would have had a stroke just from the repair costs. After almost losing her notes due to her rush, Quylla had given up on dimensional magic and accepted Morok’s help.

He was happy to stand by her side since all her biological needs were amplified threefold, and stress made her insatiable in the bedroom as well. Morok spent his time between venting sessions working on his bloodline abilities and life force. freewёbnoνel-com

"Don’t mention it." He replied.

"Once I’m done here, there’s something I need you to do." She said.

"On it!" Morok replied, taking off his pants.

"Go call my father, please."

"What?" He said in outrage. "That’s disgusting! I never agreed to that!"

"What are you talking about? What’s disgusting about going back to my old village?" Quylla asked.

"Oh, that!" Morok sighed in relief, glad that his wife and father-in-law had a perfectly healthy relationship. "Just one second. Give me the time to put my pants back on."

"Why did you take your pants-" Quylla realized the misunderstanding and blushed up to her ears. "Pervert! How can you even think I would do such a thing?"

"Sex is perfectly normal for a married couple." He replied.

"I know that, you jackass! I’m talking about my father!" Quylla snarled.

"I don’t know how much sex your father has, and I really don’t want to know." Morok shuddered at the idea.

"That makes the two of us!" Quylla’s rage reached new heights. "I mean, how could you put my father and sex in the same thought?"

"That’s my line! You gave me a heart attack!" Morok snarled back.

"Never mind." She sighed in exasperation. "Please, ask my father to come here and make no mention of this conversation."

"Got it." Morok nodded.

"With anyone!" Quylla rushed to add the moment she heard the door opening. "Ever!"

"Spoilsport." Morok pouted. "This is one of those silly anecdotes we should share with our friends to have a good laugh."

"I swear to the gods, if I ever hear so much as a peep about this, I’ll-"

’It’s been only a few months that I’m walking a mile in the people of Zelex’s shoes, and I’m already sick of this.’ She thought. ’I can’t leave this gods-damn mana geyser, and I have to spend my days trapped between these walls like a trapped animal.

’If someone like me feels like that, I can’t even imagine what Ryla’s and Garrik’s life must have been. Forever restricted to the boundaries of an underground prison fist and a gilded cage now.

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