Magus Supremacy - Chapter 735
Chapter 735: Day of Revelation (3)
CHAPTER 735
“Grey… our family is not what it seems. We are dangerous…”
The warrior mage lifted an eyebrow in confusion as his gaze shifted from Yami to Clarice, who nodded faintly, confirming her husband’s statement without saying a word.
“Eh?”
Yami released a slow sigh while staring at the bare earth beneath his feet, his expression momentarily distant.
“The Cromwell family is a dangerous family. A lineage feared by almost all the big guns of this world.”
He lifted his head slightly as his voice deepened.
“On the surface, the three factions govern this world, but in reality, they cannot defy the words of the Cromwells.
We are so powerful that we chose to hide within the shadows and let the three factions do whatever they wanted, believing themselves to be in control.”
Yami paused, allowing the revelation to sink in properly.
“But anybody that dared mess with us got obliterated within the blink of an eye, along with their families and loved ones.”
Grey slowly leaned toward the man, intrigue burning within his eyes.
‘Okay… I’m loving the sound of that.’
Yami continued, his tone firm and unshaken.
“And that was because of one person. My father, and the head of the Cromwell family since the dawn of time, Hilton Cromwell, the current Patriarch and the most powerful existence among us.”
Grey frowned slightly as his confusion deepened, one eyebrow arching higher.
“Huh? Most powerful? From what I heard, the current head of the Aetherian faction is the closest person to approaching godhood. So can your father truly defeat him?”
Yami’s shoulders rose and fell as a low chuckle escaped his lips.
“Hahaha~”
A few moments passed before the laughter died down and his gaze sharpened.
“Where was your mind, boy? When I said nobody dared mess with us, did you think those words were for show? Didn’t you see how the captain of the Midnight Sun Clan trembled before me that day?”
Grey paused as memories resurfaced vividly.
The attack from the Midnight Sun Clan.
The captain who led the assault.
Yami tearing the man’s limbs apart with ruthless efficiency.
A whole Stage 6 warrior beaten so brutally that blood soaked the ground beneath him, helpless and broken, before another captain appeared.
That second man had apologised immediately, his voice trembling as recognition dawned.
It was unmistakable. The fear had been real. Genuine terror etched across his face.
Yami sighed softly before lifting his head again.
“Hilton made it possible. And that is because he is a god on earth. If Orion is close to godhood, then Hilton already stands at that level.”
Grey sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in disbelief.
‘Is he exaggerating… or is he actually serious? Just how powerful is this man?’
He quickly pushed the thought aside. There was a more pressing question demanding answers.
“…If your family was so powerful, why did you decide to run here and hide? And why did you forbid Finral from using your family’s name? Wouldn’t it have been better to use it as deterrence against attacks?”
Yami nodded slowly.
“Indeed. It would have been enough to deter the other factions easily, but doing so would have alerted Hilton to my location.”
Grey blinked.
“Huh? I don’t understand.”
Yami exhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers as contemplation clouded his features.
After a moment, he spoke again.
“The Cromwells follow a tradition. And it began with my generation.”
“Tradition? What tradition?”
“The Cromwells value strength above everything else, just like the rest of the world. However, if you are weak, then you have no place within the family.”
His voice grew heavier.
“Others value power greatly, but the Cromwells value it more. We pride ourselves on overwhelming might, and that is why we have been able to deter and ward off any threats for generations.”
Yami’s eyes narrowed.
“Whether young or old, you must be strong. Not just capable. Overwhelmingly strong.”
Grey leaned in slightly, listening intently, absorbing every word. Surprisingly, Noir was doing the same.
The familiar had been observing the Cromwell family from deep within Grey’s mind for over a year now.
He had always found them unsettling, cloaked in mystery beyond reason. Now, this was his chance to learn everything possible about the Cromwells.
And he intended to listen carefully.
“…I spoke about a tradition earlier. Well, this custom was a battle of strength.
Any two children born to the current Patriarch or elders of the family, once they reached the age of five, were immediately thrust into training until they became about ten or eleven years old.
Coincidentally, my father had two sons. Me and my younger brother, Azrael.”
He paused, his eyes glinting faintly as if reliving memories long buried.
“We were forced into training like the others until the day I turned eleven and Azrael reached ten.
On that day, we were pulled out abruptly and brought into a massive training hall where our father sat calmly, surrounded by powerful high ranking members of the family who stood in silence.”
His hands clenched into tight fists as he continued.
“We were handed weapons and ordered to fight each other to the death.
Two young brothers commanded to battle until one remained alive, all to determine who was the strongest and who would lead the family once my father was gone.”
Grey had no immediate response.
He listened in stunned silence, mouth slightly open as Yami’s words settled heavily in his mind.
“I… I loved Azrael deeply. Our mother died giving birth to him, and he inherited all her features.
Whenever I looked at him, I saw my mother’s face, so I couldn’t bring myself to raise my weapon. My father shouted at us to fight and threatened to kill us both if we refused to begin.”
Yami’s teeth ground together, restrained fury simmering beneath the surface.
“I still couldn’t move. But then I noticed something…”
“What was that?” Grey asked quietly.
“Azrael… he was ready to carry out my father’s command. He had steeled himself after only a few threats.
So I did what I believed was best for both of us. I forfeited every claim to the family throne and chose to leave the Cromwell family forever.”
Grey lifted an eyebrow, waiting.
“Then?”
Yami smiled, a bitter curve twisting his lips as he stared straight ahead, as if watching his father’s furious glare once more.
“Hilton was beyond enraged by my decision and ordered that I be locked away in the dungeons until I changed my mind. I never did.
Because of that, I was confined there for nine years, not a single day passing without Azrael coming to beg me to reconsider.”
Grey leaned forward slightly.
He could feel it. A twist was coming, heavy and inevitable.
“As if my words from nine years earlier weren’t enough, I did something even more outrageous. A few months later, I broke out of the dungeon.”
‘I knew something like that was coming.’