'This man is just sad. He refuses to admit his mistakes and tries to find someone to blame. If his son lost a whole trimester, no matter how talented he is, he cannot catch up.' He thought.
Duke Tanash lead them on the first floor, where his son's study was located. The walls were covered by bookshelves filled with tomes covering all the conceivable magical topics.
Several volumes were missing. Some had been left open on the floor, occupying most of the space, others were piled on a desk behind which a youth was sitting while taking and reviewing notes.
An open door revealed a state of the art Alchemical lab. Just like the study room, the lab was a mess, with shattered components on the floor marking failed experiments and burn marks on the walls.
The Duke introduced the youth as his heir.
Zintar was a fifteen-year-old boy with blond hair like his father and deep set eyes from the lack of sleep. He seemed to be on the verge of exhaustion.
"Nothing, father. No matter how much I study or practice, my results are always mediocre." Judging from his bloodshot eyes, he had no more tears to shed.
"Don't worry, son. Master Lith is here. He is the only White Griffon student that was chosen by his Professors to assist them during the plague. If there is someone that can help you, it's him." Duke Tanash patted Lith's back like he was a long lost brother.
Lith barely escaped Zintar's hug, starting to chant his diagnostic spells and stopping him on his tracks. Lith used everything he had, yet he found that there was nothing wrong.
Even the spell Professor Marth had devised with his help against the parasites gave negative results. Yet the more spells he used, the more Lith was certain that Zintar wasn't making excuses.
After learning Necromancy from Professor Zekell, Lith was now able to follow the mana in his spells even when he used fake magic. Lith could perceive them working properly, but each one would lose a bit of their strength as soon as they reached Zintar.
Even if his mind was still a mess, he hadn't forgotten about the boxes and their content. Lith used Invigoration to check if Zintar was wearing one of those mysterious items or had been poisoned.
As Lith suspected, Zintar's system was plagued by the same toxin he had obtained from the boxes. The layer was thicker than the one he had experienced.
'With so much toxin in his bloodstream, he should barely be able to cast tier four spells. This kind of prolonged exposition is clearly deliberate. Without a parasite, the toxin should wear off in a few weeks.
'Also, despite being poisoned for almost six months, his core doesn't show any sign of discoloration. He has been administered small doses over time. Whoever did this, didn't want to kill him, just to make him fail his exams.' He thought.
Lith was about to give him the good news, but then he froze up.
'If I cure him, the existence of the toxin will become of public knowledge. The responsible will have plenty of time to get rid of the evidence and go into hiding. With the traitor afoot, I can't trust Ironhelm. I must report this to Linjos.
'I have finally found a way to share my knowledge about the boxes or at least about the toxins they contain. Let's hope this is enough to change the future.'Find authorized novels in ReadNovelFull，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.ReadNovelFull.com for visiting.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing wrong with you." Lith said with his most professional tone, while father and son both burst into tears.
Yurial, Quylla, and Friya examined Zintar too but to no avail. Lith was annoyed by such a waste of time, but he had to keep the façade and pretend to care about the patient.
After they left the house, they used a Warp Steps to return to the local branch of the Mage Association and from there to the academy.
"Have lunch without me, I have things to do." Lith walked away before they could even register his words.
"He's always in a bad mood recently." Friya pondered. "I'm really starting to worry about him. Maybe something bad happened in the mining town."
"Me too." Yurial nodded. "The question is, what could possibly be so bad to turn him back to how he was nine months ago? And why does he refuse to speak about it even with Phloria? She's going to freak out one of these days."
"I have no clue." Quylla shook her head. "By the way, didn't you feel something was odd with our last patient? I can't put my finger on it, but all my spells gave me a weird feeling."
Quylla, was the only one besides Lith talented enough for necromancy to have developed even more her mana perception thanks to its practice, but unlike him she had no idea what they were against.