Magus Supremacy-Chapter 773: Into the Previous Winner’s Territory

Chapter 773

Stepping outside, Grey could see a carriage waiting for him.

And inside, Alba was already seated.

Without hesitation, the mage made his way inside and sat opposite from her.

The woman was as stunning as ever. There were no weapons on her as she was draped in a tight fitting red gown.

Her hair was let flowing down her back as she smiled at the Supreme Magus with her brown eyes twinkling for a moment.

If someone saw her, they would have thought she was either going on a date or a ball and not a tournament.

"For real? This is what you want to put on? How do you want to fight in this?" Grey asked seemingly unimpressed by how good she looked.

"Can’t you at least compliment me?" Alba asked with a scowl on her face.

Before Grey could reply, the voice of the driver rang out.

"Can I start the trip?"

"Sure." Alba replied seemingly still annoyed at the question the mage had asked.

With a shrug of nonchalncy, Grey turned his head to stare at the window to see Clarice and Yami standing at the stairs watching as the carriage rolled away.

’If dad and mum had been alive, they would have been worried just like Yami and mother Clarice.’ Grey sighed inwardly as he settled into his seat with a look of melancholy on his face.

’Damn I miss those two already.’

Within a few minutes, the carriage had rolled away from the Cromwell’s residence and began moving.

Grey wasn’t interested in sight seeing so he just turned from the window and then was quickly lost in thought until Alba’s voice drew him out.

"Seriously? Two hours drive and we should sit in silence?"

Grey lifted an eyebrow.

"You sound so bitchy all of a sudden and I don’t know why."

Alba froze, her mouth hanging open at what Grey had just called her.

Her eyes dilated like she had just seen a ghost.

"What did you just call me?"

Grey just scoffed and turned away with his arms crossed.

Alba could be seen visibly fuming but with a scoff, she turned her head away to glare at the window as if the poor thing was what had insulted her.

"By the way, are they in position?" Grey asked without looking at the woman.

"Yes."

"And we are going to get to the location in two hours?"

"Yes."

"Do you know the representatives chosen by the Noxarian faction and who would be there?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, Borfan nor the leader of the Behemoth clan would be attending so instead, the leader of the Behemoth clan just sent his strongest vice leader along with the leader of the watcher’s clan who would be taking care of the participants in this tournament."

"Oh." Grey simply muttered as he rubbed his temples. "So how strong is that vice leader and the leader of the watcher’s clan?"

"You don’t want to get on the bad side of the vice leader because after the leader of the clan, he is the next most powerful. Also, the leader of the watcher’s clan is not so powerful.

After all, the clan are not really versed in fighting matters and just handle portal issues and immigration into the faction hence they are called ’the watchers’."

Grey just narrowed his eyes staring at Alba for a few moments and he could see that she was frowning for some reason best unknown to him.

"The Umbrafell, do we have any information on them?"

Alba shook her head.

"Unfortunately not. And to think this tournament is going to be held in their territory."

Grey lifted his eyebrow at this.

"The tournament is holding in their territory? Why?"

Alba just heaved a sigh.

"That’s because they were the previous winner of the tournament which was held last year. That was the rule made. Winners of the year’s tournament have the authority to host the next one in their territory and they would come up with the prize pool and also rules of the tournament."

Grey frowned behind the mask.

"Doesn’t that mean that they can twist the tournament in their favour?"

Alba shook her head.

"They can’t. The Umbrafell faction are these righteous people who won’t do anything morally wrong. They rather die than do anything morally wrong. So trust that this tournament will be free and fair."

"Oh." Grey muttered and soon enough, the carriage jutted up and down for a few moments due to crossing a bump.

But Alba and Grey remained seated and not even moving an inch as if their backside were glued to the seat under them.

"Have you gone on any missions in the Aetherian faction?" Grey asked.

"Just once. Why?"

Grey rubbed his temples for a moment.

"I wanted to know if you had any intel about the clans in that faction and how things operate."

Alba stared at the Supreme Magus for a few seconds before replying.

"... I don’t know much. Just that to be crowned the figurehead of the Aetherian faction, you need to be voted by all the major clans and also the three major-minor clans in the faction.

And that Orion is a stage nine warrior closest to reaching godhood. That’s all I know about the faction. And if it wasn’t for Fenrir that day, I wouldn’t have known how the faction had started." Alba replied with the constant frown on her face today.

"Oh, okay." Grey muttered as the carriage rolled over at a decent pace.

Minutes stretched into hours as the duo sat in tense silence while going over their formation and planning.

Nobody said anything for a few moments until Grey decided to ask the question on his mind that had been bothering him.

"Why are you so frowny today? What happened to you?"

Alba paused. Her eyes widening at the supposed ridiculous question the mage had just thrown at her.

"Are you seriously asking me th—"

"We have arrived." The driver’s voice cut through any confrontation.