The "Magicless" Blood Bag Is The Supreme Mage

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. A sharp shove hit my shoulder. I stumbled back against the velvet couch, my boots cat

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over me. Her face was twisted in fury, h

ed her body into an exquisite posture of agony. Her face was chalk-white, her lips parted in trembling g

tabilize" her. For years, I had played the role of a mediocre, untalented ward w

xtinguish. At ten years old, my raw, untamed talent had caught the attention of the clandestine Order of the Burning Phoenix.

th hidden, allowing the Parkers to use me as they pleased. That compliance had paved the way to a gru

rasite, did you channel your tainted mana into

ack with a sharp,

, stumbling back a

ard Parker, my adoptive father, lowered his newspap

Strip her of her casting permit until the Auror exams next month. We cannot affor

was a living battery, an expendable mana stabilizer kept around to ensure their p

ached out one trembling hand, her eyelashes wet with tears. "Don't punish sist

ling beside Isla and cradling her head. "Eve

boots clicking sharp

s hissed, raising an arm l

gnes's outstretched arm, crouched b

frail mask slipped, replaced by sheer panic. She fli

d the overturned glass vial tucked beneath the fringe of the r

Order's archives had taught me to identify

eavy air. "A low-grade decoction used in stage illusions. It pe

a f

that it leaves faint violet stains on the palms where mana channels i

mmed down o

eneath the pleats of her silk skirt. Her color va

tight grip. "Eloise, what nonsense are you sp

speck of dust from my t

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d. "What di

ally at Isla cowering on the rug. "And I will be skippin

t the Parker name, you are a nobody. You lack a single bronze Knut.

et me s

tapestry-an enchanted piece of spun silver thread recording every bloodline bond and ward-pact tie

down hard until the skin broke, and press

," I whispered, the ancient Celtic words r

rned blinding red, then charred black, snapping one by one. The magical reson

he's destroying the ward foundation! You ungrateful wr

oorway, my coat d

I said, my pulse settling int

damp gravel driveway. Behind me, the door slammed shut und

ondon drizzle, the cold