Magus Supremacy - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: A Friendly Spar!
Chapter 282

After lunch, Scarlet offered to help with the dishes, surprising Clara with her initiative. The two moved into the kitchen, chatting softly while the boys and Jesse made their way outside.

“Ahh, damn! This place is too quiet,” Raze said with a lazy yawn, stretching his arms overhead.

“Yeah, and I’m starting to feel a bit bored,” Greg added as he wandered toward the porch and dropped onto a wooden bench with a grunt.

Around Grey’s home, a tall wooden fence enclosed the property. The backyard stretched into a flat, grassy field—a garden in name only, since Clara hadn’t planted anything.

Ten meters away stood another house, followed by another at the same distance, creating a spaced, peaceful neighborhood.

“I kinda miss the academy,” Vince muttered, idly kicking a pebble, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Right? At least back there, we had premium entertainment. Either we were out on missions or duking it out with one another.” Raze clicked his tongue.

“That’s it!” Jesse suddenly shouted, springing up from the porch beside Grey.

“What’s it?” Grey asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You guys are bored, right? And you sparred back at the academy, so why not spar here?” Jesse suggested, eyes sparkling. “This place is big enough, and I want to see what academy elites can really do!”

“I mean, it’s not a bad idea,” Raze said, already grinning as arcs of lightning crackled around his fingers in anticipation.

“How are you so smart at such a young age?” Greg asked, lightning snaking around his hands as well.

“I get my smartness from Brother Grey,” Jesse said proudly, turning to flash a dazzling smile at Grey.

“Yeah, I doubt that,” Raze chuckled—only to freeze as he felt a wave of killing intent radiating from behind.

“I—I was just joking! You’re really smart!” he corrected quickly, spinning around to meet Grey’s unamused stare.

“So, c’mon! Start sparring! I wanna see what powerful academy mages can do!” Jesse urged as she plopped back down on the porch, her gaze locked on the trio.

“The girl wants a show.” Raze shrugged and took a fighting stance, lightning dancing around his forearms with growing intensity.

“Then let’s give her one!” Greg shouted as he blasted forward, lightning flaring wildly around him like a cloak of raw energy.

“Just don’t destroy anything!” Grey called out, already bracing himself for chaos.

“C’mon, Brother! Don’t be a party pooper. Go, uncles!” Jesse cheered, pumping her fists in the air.

Greg launched a lightning blast toward Raze, but the latter had already infused his legs with lightning and leapt backward.

The blast struck the ground, kicking up dust and sending shockwaves rippling through the field.

With a flick of his wrist, Raze retaliated with a lightning arrow.

Greg twisted his body mid-sprint, clapping his hands together and unleashing a concentrated surge of lightning that collided with the arrow, both attacks canceling each other out in a flash of blinding sparks.

“Impressive! You’re getting better with your control,” Greg called, darting forward again.

“Enough yapping—more zapping!” Jesse laughed, eyes wide with excitement.

The two collided, fists coated in crackling lightning, clashing knuckle to knuckle.

The impact released a booming wave of pressure that fractured the ground beneath them, spreading jagged fissures across the field.

“What did I say about not destroying anything?!” Grey roared, a prominent vein bulging on his forehead.

“Yayyy! More!” Jesse squealed, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

The boys jumped back in sync, launching bolts of lightning at each other once more. The strikes met midair, exploding with force.

Sparks scorched the grass and singed the edges of the porch, nearly hitting Vince—who had already anticipated the chaos.

A layer of shimmering metal coated his arms, deflecting the stray bolts with ease.

“What happened to using your creation magic?” Raze asked as he charged forward again, the lightning around his arm coalescing into a blade.

“Because I don’t want to level this whole place!” Greg snapped, meeting him in the center. Their lightning blades clashed with a thunderous bang, sparks raining down like fireworks.

“Take this!” Greg shouted, summoning a lightning spear and hurling it from the side.

Raze reacted instantly, delivering a sharp kick to Greg’s chest, sending him sliding backward. He spun and swung his lightning blade, colliding with the incoming spear.

The resulting shockwave forced both of them to skid, grit teeth and all, before their conjured weapons fizzled out—dispersing in crackles and fading arcs.

“Yayy! Fantastic spar!” Jesse jumped to her feet, clapping with unfiltered glee as Raze and Greg doubled over, panting and drenched in sweat.

“That was fun,” Greg muttered, wiping his brow as he straightened up.

“Brother, now it’s your turn!” Jesse exclaimed, spinning to face Grey.

“Wait—what?! Why me?” Grey asked, hands raised in protest.

“Duh! Those two ‘uncles’ already showed off. It’s your turn to flex some muscles.”

“I’m not old enough to be called an uncle…” Greg grumbled, his expression darkening.

“Same here,” Raze mumbled.

“Please, Brother,” Jesse said sweetly, her eyes wide and shimmering with hopeful mischief.

Grey sighed. “Fine. But only on one condition—I’m not going one-on-one. I want all three of you to come at me together.”

“Oh, you’re on!” Greg grinned, and lightning flared to life once more.

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Meanwhile, inside the kitchen, Scarlet was still helping with the dishes—a completely foreign task for her as a noble.

But she mimicked Clara’s movements diligently, scrubbing, rinsing, and drying with surprising precision.

“You’re good at this,” Clara said with a warm smile. “For a noble, and a first-timer, the dishes are sparkling.”

“You flatter me,” Scarlet replied, blushing faintly.

‘If I can’t win the son over, then I’ll win over his mother… Wait—what am I thinking?! Who wants to win over a peasant?! Definitely not me!’ she screamed inwardly.

“You’ll make a fine young wife when you’re older,” Clara added, catching Scarlet off guard.

Scarlet coughed awkwardly. “Do you have your eyes set on anyone yet?”

“Certainly not,” she answered quickly, trying to focus on rinsing a plate.

Clara chuckled. “To be honest, what Jesse said… I’ve noticed too. But I’ve kept quiet. I won’t play matchmaker—but I do hope you and that dumb-dumb figure it out soon.”

Scarlet nearly dropped a cup. “What are you saying, ma’am? It’s nothing like that!” she stammered, her cheeks flushed red.

“If you say so.” Clara shrugged, her smile soft. “I just hope you both don’t realize it too late.”

“We’re just… good friends. That’s all,” Scarlet murmured, voice a bit lower.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Clara said, just as a thunderous bang echoed from the backyard.

Scarlet’s eyes narrowed. “Those fools! Are they trying to blow up the place?!”

Clara chuckled. “I know you’re a noble and all,” she said, suddenly more serious, “but I want you to promise me something. If anything happens, and Grey can’t see me again… promise you’ll look after him.”

Scarlet’s expression shifted. “What are you saying, ma’am?”

“He’s already spent half his life carrying sadness. He’s been through more than any child should. Promise me you’ll protect him—and make sure he’s never alone at the academy.”

Scarlet hesitated, then smiled gently. “Don’t worry, I’ll always protect him… and all my friends, including him. He’s in safe hands.”

Clara’s eyes glistened for a moment, then another loud crash erupted outside.

“Okay, let’s go see what those dumbass kids are doing before they level the house.”

“Yeah, let’s,” Scarlet agreed with a laugh as they stepped out of the kitchen, ready to confront whatever chaos awaited them outside.