MY MENTOR CAN HEAR MY THOUGHTS

Chapter 3: The Sacred Beast Who Knew Too Much

The Radiant Sovereign had made three mistakes.

It recognized Elias.

It said so aloud.

And it mentioned the harvest.

For a holy creature said to possess ancient wisdom, that was an impressive amount of stupidity to squeeze into one breath.

Elias sighed.

The world stopped.

The sacred flames froze in place. Radiant motes hung in the air like dust caught in sunlight. Nia’s robes stopped moving. Even sound disappeared, sealed inside a quiet sphere around Elias and the Sovereign.

Outside the frozen field, Nia could not move.

Inside it, the winged lion lowered its head.

“Elias?”

“Radiant Sovereign,” Elias said.

The lion winced. “Please do not call me that.”

“Why? You accepted the title.”

“People kept using it. After a while, refusing became awkward.”

“You slept in a basement for centuries and let them build an altar around you.”

“That is unfair.”

“That is freeloading with candles.”

The Sovereign’s ears flattened.

Beyond the frozen field, Nia watched with growing horror. She could not hear everything, but she did not need to.

The sacred guardian of Wintervale was cowering before her apprentice.

Her allegedly Tier Two apprentice.

“I thought you were dead,” the Sovereign said.

“They tried,” Elias replied.

“They said the harvest took everything.”

“They were optimistic.”

The Sovereign glanced toward Nia. “She is your mentor?”

“Yes.”

“The small blue-haired one?”

Elias’s expression sharpened.

“The respected Archmage,” the Sovereign corrected quickly.

“Better.”

Elias folded his arms. “I am staying in Wintervale quietly. You will not expose me.”

“Divine attention is already moving,” the Sovereign whispered.

For the first time, Elias’s smile disappeared.

“Explain.”

“The upper planes are restless. The old hunger is stirring again. The gods never truly finish feeding. They leave powerful mortals alive long enough to ripen.”

Silence followed.

Longer this time.

Colder.

“So you do understand,” Elias said. “You gave up ninety percent of your core essence to survive.”

“I lived.”

“You became livestock.”

The Sovereign flinched.

Elias rubbed his forehead.

“I need a blessing. Something believable.”

“You need nothing.”

“I need my mentor to stop asking questions.”

“Impossible,” the lion said. “She already looks like questions given human form.”

Elias glanced at Nia and grimaced.

“Just bless me. Quietly. No thunder. No choir. No halo.”

The Sovereign grumbled, plucked a glowing tuft of fur from its mane, and blew it toward him.

White-gold sparks sank into Elias’s body.

[Idle Ascension System]

External blessing detected.

Source: Primordial Radiant Spirit.

Radiant Affinity +10,000.

Warning: Blessing contains excessive shedding.

Elias sneezed.

“You gave me fur.”

“Condensed Radiant essence.”

“It was attached to your neck.”

“Many sacred things begin attached to necks.”

Elias stared at him.

The Sovereign looked away.

“Leave Wintervale,” Elias said.

The lion went still. “What?”

“If the gods start sniffing around and find both of us glowing in the same hole, we are all in trouble. Pack. Move. Far.”

“I was here first,” the lion muttered.

Elias looked at him.

“I will move,” the Sovereign said.

The world resumed.

Nia gasped as control returned to her body.

The Radiant Sovereign lifted its head again, majestic and solemn, as if it had not just been bullied into moving out by a man pretending to be an ordinary apprentice.

“The apprentice is cleansed,” it declared. “No evil spirit dwells in him. No demonic projection clouds his soul. The blessing is granted.”

“Thank you, Great Sovereign,” Elias said reverently.

Great Sovereign, my foot. Stupid cat nearly made me inhale fur.

Nia’s eye twitched.

So the humility was fake.

The reverence was fake.

And the sacred guardian of Wintervale was afraid of him.

By noon, all of Wintervale Sanctum was staring at the sky.

A pillar of white-gold light burst from the Radiant Veil, split the clouds, and shook every bell in every tower. Apprentices rushed into the courtyards. Senior mages flew out of their offices. The remaining Archons rose into the air one after another, robes snapping in the holy wind.

From the light emerged the Radiant Sovereign.

The enormous winged lion blazed like a second sun. Its mane shone. Its eyes burned. Its wings spread wide enough to cast shadows over three districts.

It also had a large cloth bundle tied over its back.

The bundle bulged with books, cushions, relic boxes, several golden bowls, and what looked suspiciously like a decorative lamp from the inner sanctum.

The entire academy fell silent.

Then someone whispered, “Is the Radiant Sovereign... moving out?”

First Archon Andrew Greyfell, an old mage with a stern face and enough authority to silence councils, rose before the holy beast and bowed in midair.

“Great Sovereign,” he said, trying very hard not to look at the bundle. “Why have you awakened? Has Wintervale offended you?”

The Sovereign’s gaze flicked toward Nia’s tower.

From a high balcony, Elias stood with a cup of tea.

He raised it slightly.

The Sovereign’s wings stiffened.

“No one has offended me,” the lion announced. “I have slept for a thousand years. I now wish to travel, stretch my wings, and appreciate the beauty of the world. Our covenant is hereby concluded. Farewell.”

The Archons stared.

Nia, standing below, slowly turned toward Elias.

He sipped his tea.

Good cat, he thought. He actually listened.

Nia’s smile turned cold.

“Elias.”

He looked down. “Yes, Master?”

“Did you know the Sovereign planned to leave?”

“Me? How would I know that?”

Because I told him to.

Nia’s fingers tightened around her spellbook.

Above them, Andrew was still trying to speak.

“Great Sovereign, if this is about the ritual request made this morning, I assure you that Wintervale—”

“It is not,” the Sovereign said quickly.

Too quickly.

Another Archon frowned. “Was the apprentice unsuitable? Did the blessing expose danger?”

The Sovereign flinched so slightly that only Nia noticed.

“The apprentice is perfectly ordinary,” the lion declared.

Elias nearly choked on his tea.

Nia closed her eyes.

Perfectly ordinary.

That was the worst lie she had ever heard from a divine being.

The Radiant Sovereign spread its wings.

“Do not follow me. Do not summon me. Do not build another shrine. Also, no one is to disturb the chamber for at least three days. There may be... loose Radiant residue.”

Fur, Elias thought.

Nia heard it.

The Sovereign shot into the sky with the desperate speed of a creature leaving before an ancient nightmare changed his mind.

The Archons hovered in stunned silence.

Below them, the students burst into chaos.

“The Sovereign abandoned Wintervale!”

“Was it an omen?”

“Did someone anger it?”

Nia looked up at Elias again.

He wore the expression of a harmless apprentice witnessing history for the first time.

It was so polished she almost admired it.

Almost.

Later, in her private study, Nia opened her investigation notebook.

Elias Problem.

She added a new line.

The Radiant Sovereign left Wintervale immediately after blessing Elias. Elias claims ignorance. Elias is lying.

She underlined the last sentence three times.

From outside the door came Elias’s cheerful voice.

“Master, should I still copy the Basic Principles of Arcane Conduct?”

Nia looked at the page.

Then she smiled.

“Yes,” she called. “A thousand times.”

A pause.

That tiny tyrant is becoming dangerous.

Nia dipped her pen again.

Increase corrective homework.