Magus Supremacy - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: The town’s lord Chapter 52: The town’s lord Chapter 52 “Grey Dawn?” “Yes!

Who’s asking?” Grey responded, his voice casual, a hint of boredom in his tone.

“We are here on behalf of the town lord.

You have been summoned urgently.

Failure to comply will bring severe consequences.” “Is that a threat?” Grey raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

As he spoke, fire began to dance and swirl around his hand, its heat crackling in the air.

“No!

It is simply a request from the town lord.

He needs to see you urgently,” one of the men replied quickly, his tone now more respectful.

“Need to see me?

For what?” Grey’s gaze sharpened, his curiosity piqued but his voice still dripping with nonchalance.

“We don’t know.

We’re just following orders.

Do you think the lord would tell us the details?” Another man snapped, his tone laced with barely contained aggression.

“I don’t like that tone of yours,” Grey said, his smirk widening as he glared at the man, his eyes narrowing like a predator sizing up its prey.

The intensity of his gaze was enough to make the others step back slightly.

‘What’s happened to him?

He was never like this before.

After I returned from my trip… he’s changed.

I hope this isn’t the start of something dangerous.

I need to get my son back before it’s too late,’ Clara thought, her eyes filled with concern as she watched her son’s interaction with the men.

“Grey…” Clara called softly, her voice laced with worry.

“Just go with them, son.

Listen to what the town lord wants from you.

It could be important.” Grey sighed deeply, rolling his eyes before turning to the men.

“Fine.

Lead the way.” “Good!” The man who had spoken earlier grinned, a strange sense of satisfaction in his voice as he turned, leading the way toward a luxurious carriage parked nearby.

The carriage was something Grey hadn’t noticed earlier amidst his frustration with the men.

It stood a few feet from his house, drawn by a majestic horse, its reins tightly held by a well-dressed driver.

The carriage itself was a work of art, trimmed with golden and silver accents that shimmered in the sunlight.

As Grey stepped inside, the interior greeted him with plush, soft cushions, the atmosphere warm with an undercurrent of mana running through the carriage’s design.

‘I wonder what this is for,’ Grey mused, eyeing the carriage with a hint of suspicion.

“The lord wants you to feel comfortable, so he sent one of his best carriages along,” one of the men boasted, as if proud of the luxury.

“Tch,” Grey scoffed dismissively, slumping into the seat.

His casual attitude only seemed to irritate the men, and he could feel their glares boring into him.

“Driver, let’s go,” the man who had spoken to Grey earlier barked, and the carriage lurched forward, the horse pulling them at a brisk pace.

The journey was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of the carriage’s wheels against the cobblestone road.

Grey folded his arms, staring ahead, unbothered by the men’s glowering stares.

He could feel their unease, but it didn’t faze him in the slightest.

The carriage was large enough to fit ten comfortably, so the seven men had ample space, though they clearly didn’t appreciate Grey’s lack of decorum.

“How long will the journey take?” Grey asked, breaking the silence, his voice casual as he looked at the men.

“Approximately twenty minutes,” one of the men replied, his voice hesitant, unsure whether to engage in further conversation with the young mage.

‘He feels different.

It’s as if we’re speaking to a grown man rather than a kid,’ the man thought, his eyes flicking to Grey.

‘If the rumors are true, his power must be immense.’ Grey, however, wasn’t concerned with their thoughts.

He closed his eyes, deciding to meditate during the journey.

As he did, he began circulating mana within his core, cultivating the energy with a quiet intensity.

‘Still a long way from breaking through to the next star.

But I’ll make the most of this time,’ Grey thought, pushing himself to focus on his cultivation.

The men in the carriage exchanged uncertain glances as Grey sat motionless.

‘Is he sleeping?’ one of them thought, baffled by the mage’s calm demeanor.

Grey continued to meditate, shutting out everything around him.

His focus was unwavering, the swirling mana inside him the only thing that mattered.

The ride lasted twenty minutes in silence, the occasional creak of the carriage wheels breaking the otherwise still air.

When they finally reached their destination, one of the men gently tapped Grey on the shoulder.

“We’re here.” Grey’s eyes snapped open, his body radiating power.

He stepped out of the carriage with a graceful fluidity, the world around him seemingly bowing to his presence.

Before him stood the magnificent mansion of the town lord, a sprawling structure that commanded attention.

The mansion stood atop a small hill, its towering height dwarfing the surrounding buildings, making it a prominent feature of the town.

The mansion itself was a work of architectural genius.

Three stories tall, the building was constructed from dark stone bricks reinforced with veins of mithril, offering an unassailable defense against both physical and magical attacks.

The exterior was adorned with towering spires at each corner, their peaks crowned with magical lanterns that glowed softly, their golden light piercing the night.

At the entrance was a massive iron gate, decorated with intricate carvings of the town’s crest, the runes on it shimmering faintly.

Grey could feel the enchantments protecting the mansion as if the very air was thick with magic.

The courtyard beyond the gates was a lavish display of wealth and taste.

Marble statues of past lords stood in solemn tribute, while a neatly manicured hedge maze twisted through the garden.

In the center of the courtyard, a fountain cascaded with mana-infused water, its surface sparkling with a light of its own.

Grey stood for a moment, taking it all in.

He had never seen anything like this before-such beauty, such power in one place.

The scale of it left him momentarily in awe.

“Shall we enter?” One of the men asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Grey nodded, still silently amazed.

The men led him toward the grand double doors that stood before them.

They opened with a soft creak, revealing the immense foyer inside.

The foyer was opulent, with floors of polished obsidian reflecting the warm light from a grand chandelier made of crystallized mana stones.

The walls were adorned with massive portraits of former town lords, their eyes watching over the visitors with an air of solemnity.

A grand staircase spiraled upward, its golden railings gleaming in the light, leading to the lord’s private chambers and offices above.

“Come, the lord is waiting for you in his office.

This matter is private,” one of the men said, leading the way.

Grey followed them, his footsteps silent on the marble floor.

They ascended the winding staircase, finally stopping in front of an ornate wooden door.

The door creaked open to reveal a large office, its shelves lined with rare tomes and ancient scrolls.

A large oak desk sat in the center of the room, etched with protective runes to safeguard the lord’s business.

The window behind the desk overlooked the entire town, a reminder of the lord’s authority over all below.

At the desk sat Lord Cedric Valtor, the town lord.

He was a man whose strength lay not in magic, but in his mind.

Tall and lean, with graying brown hair and piercing green eyes, he exuded an air of quiet power.

His royal blue robes, embroidered with gold, spoke of his wealth and status, while the signet ring on his finger was a symbol of the weight of his decisions.

Though he was not a skilled mage, Cedric ruled through strategy and diplomacy, forging alliances that kept his position secure.

His voice was low and measured, his words carrying weight even in the absence of magic.

“Welcome, Mage Grey,” Cedric greeted, his voice warm, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Grey, however, wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.

His gaze hardened, and he spoke sharply, “Shall we quit the useless pleasantries?

And let’s get straight to business.

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