Magus Supremacy - Chapter 733
Chapter 733: Day of Revelation (1)
CHAPTER 733
It was now late in the evening when Grey returned from the forest.
He did not bother opening an instant portal back to the house.
Instead, he calmly kept walking along the quiet path.
He needed the walk.
His mind was heavy, and he wanted time to reflect on a few things, as well as the plans he had begun piecing together.
After a long while, forty minutes of slow walking to be exact, he finally arrived home.
“… I’m home,” he announced softly as he pushed the door open.
“Oh. I came back before you, eh? Haha~”
Yami exclaimed in a deep chuckle, causing Grey to lift his head.
The middle-aged man was seated against the wall, two bottles sitting beside him, their contents unclear but suspiciously familiar.
Grey was not sure if it was alcohol.
He simply shrugged, shut the door behind him, then walked forward and sat across from Yami, resting his back against the opposite wall.
“How was it?” Grey asked.
Yami’s expression darkened slightly.
His tone turned grave as he replied.
“Bad. As expected, they didn’t take the news well. They lashed out at me for being reckless.”
Grey tilted his head, his eyes locking onto a reddened area across Yami’s face.
“They hit you?”
Yami let out a dry chuckle and nodded.
“… It’s a given. After all, they lost their kids because of my recklessness. They trusted me to take care of them. Trusted me to train them so they could defend themselves, yet…”
His fingers curled tightly into fists, his eyes burning with restrained fury.
“… Yet, I failed them.”
Grey shook his head slowly and released a deep sigh.
“You didn’t. My carelessness and rage caused this. If I hadn’t destroyed the runes the assassin who killed my mother was making, I wouldn’t have been teleported to this world.
You wouldn’t have taken me in. The otherworlders wouldn’t have attacked, and your daughters and students wouldn’t have lost their lives.”
Grey’s head hung low as his teeth ground against each other.
A casual chuckle from Yami caused him to lift his gaze.
“You want another beating?” Yami said lightly.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to apologise again? It upsets me. Because I know how helpless you were. Clarice explained everything to me, so I don’t blame you.”
Grey exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping as some tension eased, though his hands remained clenched.
‘Even if you are not upset at me, I am still upset at myself. I can’t forgive myself for letting Millie and Vanessa die like that.’
Step. Step. Another step.
“That’s all in the past now,” Clarice said as she walked forward, holding a tray with three plates of food.
She set it down gently, returned to fetch three cups of water, then finally sat down on the bare ground beside the two men.
“So let’s forget about it, even though it’s hard,” she continued, forcing a warm smile. “Let’s look ahead and plan for our future.”
Yami released a tired breath, reached out, grabbed one of the two bottles, and passed it toward Grey.
“You’re eighteen years old and practically an adult now, so here.”
Grey wanted to refuse. He had never tasted alcohol before and did not drink.
But something gnawed at him as he stared at the bottle.
He had seen people drown their pain in alcohol before.
It always seemed to dull emotional wounds, if only for a short while.
Not that Grey planned to submit his life or grief to a drink. He would never let a bottle control him.
But just for today, he needed to loosen up.
With that thought, he snatched the bottle from Yami and forced a faint smile.
As he twisted the cap loose, a foul stench assaulted his nose, making it twitch slightly.
“… This better be worth it,” he muttered under his breath.
He decided to take a deep breath, lifted the bottle, and without hesitation placed it to his lips, letting the foul-tasting liquid drip into his mouth.
His tongue tingled as his body shuddered slightly.
The strange liquid burned faintly as it slid down his throat, and he found himself swallowing reflexively.
Pulling the bottle away, he released a long breath.
“Haaa…”
He did not know how to feel about what he had just consumed.
He could not even describe the taste properly, nor how it affected his body.
All he knew was that he felt oddly fine.
Wiping his lips of any visible stain, he stared at the now half-empty bottle with a complicated expression.
He had to admit it. The drink numbed his emotional pain a little, and for a fleeting moment, he felt… free.
‘… Hpmh. Now I understand why drunkards get addicted to this thing. But alas, it’s just a weak coping mechanism.
Only weaklings run toward alcohol to drown their sorrows.
Real brave men face their problems head-on and defeat them. That’s the only way to find peace, not with this… this alcohol thingy.’
Yami’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“You like it?”
Grey shrugged, unsure of how to answer the question.
Clarice glanced between the two men, then shook her head lightly.
“The food is getting cold.”
Yami nodded at her before turning back to Grey.
“I gave him that bottle so we could talk properly. I need to know who he really is and what he is. Then we can eat and introduce ourselves fully over the meal.”
Hearing this, Grey lifted an eyebrow before a small smile appeared on his face.
The drink had finally begun to hit him. A slight grogginess crept in, yet his senses remained intact as his gaze lingered on the bottle.
With a tired sigh, he dropped it onto the ground.
Ki and mana surged through his internal organs as he forcibly circulated them, the sensation making his insides feel as if they were on fire.
He pushed back against the lingering haze, refusing to let it cloud his mind.
He wanted this conversation to happen with clarity.
And for now, it worked.
Turning toward the couple, he exhaled softly.
“I guess today is the day of revelation, huh.”
Grey smiled faintly as he shuffled on the ground, then glanced up at the ceiling for a moment.
After another tired breath, he began.
“My name is Grey Dawn, and I come from a world of mages known as Arondale.”
He paused, slowly lowering his gaze back to the couple, who were now listening intently.
“… We mages are people who use an ability called magic, almost similar to your ki…”