Glass Magic REWRITTEN

Chapter 35

        "It wasn't as if it was a supervised incident-"

          "Oh, so not only did you not inform me of my child's injury but you also don't supervise the children you insist on living in dorms? You just what? Let them run through the woods doing as they please?" My gaze immediately flew away from his before the glare of such a powerful mage found me. In all honestly, it was careless. I could just freely do so. I mean no reproductions at that.

        "... Your daughter has shown a proficiency in potion making, she has a talent so great we've even given her access to the third-year potions lab, however," He rushed the others outside with his gaze alone, "... We only learn of this talent because of a potion she had accidentally used to completely destroy our eastern wing, rendering many of the second-year classes unusable." They stared at each other for a long moment, glares clashing, before my father pulled a pleasant smile one that made the elite frown.

       "She has always been rather free-spirited, and quite smart at that, quite the handful," He hummed twirling a white piece of my hair without looking at me. "Lilith, what's that man's name?" He asked turning to me, pointing at my personal healer, who had just walked back in and paled at the question.

         "James," It fell from my mouth before my mind had caught the reason for the question. Blinking in surprise I stared at my father, who turned a slow and sharp gaze back to the man who had not yet seen my father's wrath.

         "Oh ho ho?" He was sarcastic as he stood up, straightening his tailcoat, meeting the taller man face to face. "So, Edward, where's my daughter's medical book? I'm sure she has her own if James is the one treating her,"

          "She's an outgoing-"

          "James," It was in his hand in a millisecond, the glare of Edward one that had his gaze elsewhere, but the man I had always seen some kind of irritable was sweating so much I had thought he had been dowsed in water. "What a thick book, interesting that I hadn't so much as heard about it?"

          "Let's see here, the latest and most interesting as it seemed to be what got you to call me says," he flipped through the book, the man twice his size still, while his brow twitched, "Lilith, why is your core closed off?" He asked me, his voice low but not soft.

        "... It cracked," I said, holding the shirt I wore. The book snapped loudly as his side glanced in my direction and slowly moved to the man before him.

          "My daughter had a cracked core? No, I have a feeling if I were to look now, I imagine it was still cracked, how accurate is that guess, Edward?" I couldn't see his face, his back to me, but by the paling of a man I had only seen people practically bow before, I could imagine. "Lilith, remove that magic around your core before you kill yourself," He demanded tapping the spine of the book on the still Edward's chest.

        "I don't want to lose my magic-"

        "You will not, however, you will find yourself dead if you continue to keep a foreign object so close to your heart. It was certainly a good idea given you've been missing for a week, however, you are only risking yourself further now that help is available," He said swiftly, not harshly but not gently.

        "I- okay," I agreed quietly, closing my eyes and reaching into the dark depths of my mana pool. The small ridged stone was covered in hard black glass. Slowly I pulled it in, removing the magic from the mana core, a sharp pain racing through my chest as I did. Suddenly, with the pain, I wasn't cold. No, warmth rushed through me.

        "Lilith!" Came a shout but a scoff had kept the harsh voice away. Clutching at the fabric around my chest I gasped as my eyes snapped open. Everything around me was dark yet, well, there were gentle little sparks, almost like glitter.

      "Mmm," I just patted the bed three times before the magic was gone and my father's side had found my sight again.

        "Do you truly think I can't handle a little mana burst? You should know better, she is my child,"

        "Hardly," His brow twitched at that, his eyes moving back to the man that had chosen an insult he was particularly bothered by.

         "You've nearly killed my daughter, dozens of times, and you really want to test me?" He held the book again, flicking through it, "Here we have an impaling, what lovely notes James, to think you would write half a page on a lack of mana shield and only a paragraph on, what does it say again? 'Practically gored, through and through'? Let's see, only a few pages after that, not even into the next week it seems, severe internal trauma? To the point of unconscious vomiting of blood? Mmm, let's see, same day, we have, not even an hour after, a triple fracture? Oh dear, and that's only the arm, we've also got a complete break in the lower leg and a torn muscle in the opposite wrist? I can't imagine that happened at once,

         "Towards the middle here, we have- ah-hah? It seems I've found the burn, indeed, severe burning covering twenty percent of her body, in fact, it was so bad you've had your institution of learning, cut into the body before intense healing. They call it surgery I believe, that's illegal, is. It. N-ot?" I can't say I didn't mind having to come here so often, however, I didn't think it such a problem that even Edward's eyes would shake at the rereading of it. "Lilith, what happened after this incident?"

        "I, um, I was called to discuss s-selling the potion recipe," I answered honestly.

        "Mhmm, interesting, Edward, my daughter was taken, after having an illegal procedure performed on her and intensive healing, by your head healing mage, to discuss selling a potion recipe? You decided to perform illegal acts on my child, and chose, too, what? Call her parents? Let them know not only that their child was severely injured but that you've broken the law without even asking us, actually, I imagine her as well, then, ask to discuss the business aspect of what I imagine caused such an injury, with her guardians present and not her by her minor self? Yes? I mean, logically speaking, that is the course of action you choose, isn't it?"

         "Well, considering this is the middle of this book, I can't help but think you, with that godly brain of yours, didn't. If I flip this page and find so much as another potion incident after having already, clearly, proven the need for active supervision when handling such a thing I may very well remove your head. Now, let's see-" He grabbed his hand, he actually grabbed father's hand to stop him from turning the page. Father's closed-eyed smile twitched at the action. "... Edward, even you couldn't be that stupid,"

         He didn't say anything, instead stared at his unmoving hand, eyes swirling and forehead sweating. A slow laugh found my father's chest, his grip tightening on the paper, crumbling it at the force. "Move your hand, Edward, we're only halfway through." It was as if the Elite I was so afraid of was nothing more than two feet tall before my father even if he was practically a foot taller. "Edward, for your safety, remove your hand," Slowly, very slowly he looked back to my father's smile, only he had opened his eyes, ever so slightly, but it was practically a black hole with a gaze so furious. So he listened.

         "Now then, the very next day, with the very next note, here we have-" He stood silent, his eyes running over the missing page before the words. "Hahahaha, Edward, the very next entree is of her vomiting blood due to a poisonous gas that a potion gave, thankfully, with her magic, she had quickly contained it resulting in only her injury? Only? Only her? How thankful,"