Magus Supremacy - Chapter 284

Chapter 284: It is what it is!
Chapter 284

After the light spar, everyone returned inside. Jesse trailed behind, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, still reeling from the display of elemental might she had just witnessed.

“Wow! That was so intense and awesome!” Jesse exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement as she flopped onto one of the plush sofas.

Clara chuckled as she tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. “To be honest, I was worried for nothing. That was exhilarating.”

As the others found their seats, Jesse turned toward Grey with sparkling eyes, her voice soft but hopeful. “Brother Grey… when will I be able to use magic too?”

Grey turned his head, his vibrant crimson hair swaying gently with the motion. His eyes held a softness that only she brought out in him.

“Soon, cutie. Just wait a few more years…” he replied, a warm smile playing on his lips. Then he muttered to himself, “I hope.”

“Great!” Jesse beamed and sprang up, stepping boldly into the center of the room. “I want fire magic so I can shoot blasts like Brother Grey!” She mimicked him with dramatic flair, punching the air. “Pow! Fuuu! Boom boom!” she shouted, her tiny fists jabbing forward as she imagined waves of fire erupting from her hands.

The room burst into laughter at her antics, the kind that filled the space with warmth.

Scratching her head sheepishly, she laughed along. “Or maybe wind magic would be okay,” she added, climbing onto the center table with arms stretched wide like wings. “So I can fly in the sky like brother Grey, or maybe just float—” She said as she jumped off the table when…

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swirled around her, lifting her slightly off the ground and guiding her to a soft landing. She blinked, stunned.

“Be careful there, cutie,” Grey said, lounging back in his chair. “Let’s wait till you’re of age.”

“You really idolize your brother, huh?” Scarlet teased, raising an amused brow.

Jesse spun around with a cheeky grin. “Why not? Brother is my superhero! He’s the strongest mage I know. Nobody can defeat him!”

“Yeah, he’s pretty strong,” Greg agreed, though his brow furrowed slightly. “But… there are still people out there who could.”

“Like who?” Jesse asked, squinting her eyes in challenge.

“The Emperor. Or his generals,” Greg replied, crossing his arms and leaning back.

“Maybe,” Jesse admitted, nodding slowly. Then she pumped her fist with fierce determination. “But just give my brother time! He’ll beat them all. He’s unbeatable in my book!”

‘Given time…’ Vince thought, his eyes sliding to Grey’s silent figure.

The room soon swelled with lively chatter. Clara leaned in more, eager to know the trio better, and laughter echoed through the halls.

They shared tales of academy life, victories and defeats, and even embarrassing moments that had everyone—including the normally serious Greg—laughing heartily.

Clara even joined in with a few childhood stories from Grey’s early days—tales of muddy puddles, and diapered tantrums. Each memory painted Grey in a slightly more human light.

Vince, never missing a chance to brag, recounted several of their missions—some humorous, others heart-thudding—and always found a way to highlight Grey’s prowess, sometimes exaggerating just enough to draw Jesse’s wide-eyed awe.

“So a tournament is happening in a few weeks?!” Jesse asked, her eyes practically sparkling.

“Yes,” Scarlet replied, her voice tinged with a sigh. “But your brother isn’t allowed to participate.”

“Why?” Jesse turned to Grey, suspicious. “Wh… what did you do?”

“Me?!” Grey lifted both hands defensively. “Nothing! The instructor’s just… annoyed at me. I don’t even know why.”

“Tsk! That instructor is a meanie!” Jesse pouted, folding her arms. “Wait till I awaken my magic. I’m going to give him a good lecture… or maybe a little fire blast.”

Greg chuckled. ‘What a cute and loving sibling,’ he thought, watching her tiny pout. ‘Too bad my own siblings would rather see me dead… The contrast stung, but he smiled through it.’

The hours stretched on. Stories flowed freely. They spoke of the two attacks on the academy—how Grey had been at the center of both, standing firm with a little help from his squad.

Clara, listening closely, couldn’t help but shoot Grey the occasional death glare each time another reckless act was revealed. But deep down, she understood—it was always for someone else’s sake.

Then Raze perked up with a sly grin.

“Oh, I have a tale to tell!” he said, glancing mischievously between Scarlet and Grey. “Jesse, you’re absolutely right. Your brother is a hero.”

“I know that already! He’s the most handsome and powerful hero I’ve ever seen,” Jesse affirmed, chin held high.

“Let me paint a picture,” Raze began, theatrical. “During the tournament assessments, this beautiful aunty over here was sparring with a very mean uncle. He was about to hurt her—badly.

But then—bam!—your brother descends like a god… riding a wind horse! He blocked the attack and shielded her with his body, and then, with righteous fury, he punched the villain and said—”

Raze stood tall, mimicking Grey’s voice dramatically:

“Don’t you ever dare touch my beautiful love again!”

“Wha—That never happened!” Scarlet shrieked, leaping to her feet, her cheeks ablaze. “Grey definitely didn’t say that!”

“Argue with the truth,” Raze said with mock-seriousness. “Did I lie, boys?”

“Not a single word,” Greg chimed in.

“Flawlessly accurate,” Vince added with a straight face.

“You’re all dead!” Scarlet cried, crimson flames flickering to life on her hands as she bolted after the trio, who scattered like startled birds.

“Yayyy! More magical fighting!” Jesse squealed, hopping up and down in glee.

Grey simply sighed and leaned back. “Just don’t break anything… or you’ll all answer to me!”

From her spot on the couch, Clara chuckled softly. ‘They’re good kids,’ she mused, watching the playful chaos unfold. Her gaze returned to Grey, now lost in his thoughts, distant from the noise. ‘I hope you’ll protect these bonds, Grey. And I hope… what’s coming won’t break you.’

In the background, something clattered to the ground, followed by muffled laughter.

“I said, don’t break anything!” Grey’s voice rang out.

Clara smiled and whispered to herself, “Yeah. No use thinking about it now… it is what it is.”