Earth's Greatest Magus

Grand Magus Zenonia was a well-known, notorious traitor who played a key role in the elves’ invasion of the Magus Academy, along with a dozen of her followers, some of whom died under Emery’s blade. 

And right now, Emery was posing as one of them, supposedly an ally to the elves. Despite the fact he knew it was an extremely risky action that could potentially lead to his doom, Emery still decided to do it anyway hoping to get information from the group of dark elves.

Emery was surprised by the first bit of information he got from the dark elves. The latter claimed the deceased grand magus had her own Khaos space—one of the four special spaces—that she never shared with her followers.

It seemed that playing around in this matter would be the best way for Emery to hide his own Khaos space. Upon receiving such an intimidating demand from the dark elf grand magus, Emery decided to take the risk and come up with the best solution he could.

“I am sorry, Elder, but I can’t tell you where it is.”

“Huh?!” The dark elf grand magus narrowed his eyes, glaring at Emery as a formless pressure descended on him. “Are you trying to take it for yourself? With just you two puny magi?”

He quickly shook his head, saying, “No. That’s not it, Elder. I’m actually keeping it for my master.”

“What?! Your master?! Your master is dead!”

Emery took a pause before saying, “No, we are trying to help my master recover from her wounds.”

Those words seemed to shock the grand magus quite a bit, as evidenced by his facial expression. 

Seeing the other party seemed to believe his words, Emery pressed on and told the story he had concocted, twisting the fact of his soul being shattered into an explanation of Zenonia’s current condition. After all, weaving the truth into a web of lies was the best way.

“Your master is really still alive!” The dark elf grand magus asked, disbelief in his tone. When he saw Emery nod his head, he snorted and said, “Hah! I knew that woman would not die that easily!”

Seeing how the grand magus reacted to his fabricated story, Emery inwardly felt quite proud of the idea he came up with. Not only did it divert the other party’s attention away from the issue of his identity, but it also gave the man a reason not to casually mess with him.

A big part of the reason why he dared to lie like that was because no one other than himself saw firsthand how Zenonia died, so the news she was still alive could be plausible.

There was a moment of silence, before the dark elf grand magus spoke again. “If what you said is true, then tell her to come see me! I want to talk to her directly.”

“My apologies, Elder. I have tried my best to communicate with my master, but to no avail. It will take time to accept your request. But… I promise to immediately contact you at the earliest possible.”

Emery could clearly see from his face that the dark elf grand magus still had doubts about him. But at this moment, he noticed the peak stage magus, who was standing beside the latter, seemed distracted by something.

A moment later, he turned to the grand magus and said, “Talaro, we are being summoned by the Empress. We should go now.”

The grand magus looked irritated, but still nodded his head to show he understood. He then turned to look at Emery, “This is not over yet. I have seen your face. I will find out who you two really are.”

After saying those words, the man told the third cloaked figure, the Crescent Moon magus, to stay and watch over Emery and Morgana, before turning to the other one. “Let’s go, Ezekiel.”

Emery was slightly taken aback hearing the two names because they seemed to bring back some memories of the past. Now that he thought about it, the two figures were somewhat familiar.

He was starting to think they might have met in the past. However, he could also be wrong, as all dark elves tend to look the same to him.

With the two dark elves gone, Emery finally had the chance to observe the third one. It was only at this moment he realized that, even though his skin was pale, the figure was actually a human. 

A young male human who looked not much older than him.

In fact, his face also looked familiar. However, Emery could not put a name to the face.

While Emery was working his mind, the young, pale human magus spoke in a calm tone. “I don’t believe your story one bit.”

Although caught off guard by those words, Emery maintained his composure and used the same strategy as he said, “Why don’t you believe it? Who else do you think we could be?”

As if he had expected such a response from Emery, the young man said, “All elves think you half-bloods are the same, but I don’t. I know wolves are enemies of bats… So in answer to your question, I think you were part of the group that killed the great magus, that kid and his wolf master!

Those the pale young magus referred to were none other than Emery and Lucius Corvin. Since the former’s death was technically confirmed by the discovery of his corpse, the one the magus alleged was the sole survivor, the Corvin Patriarch.

Staring at the young man, Emery had to admit he was sharp. However, what caught his attention was the way he spoke of Zenonia. It was almost as if he were fond of the bat half-blood grand magus.

Nevertheless, not willing to give up on his new cover story yet, Emery asked the young man back.

“What do you need from me to believe I am who I say to be?”

“Of course, I need evidence that the Grand Magus sent you here. Even if she was really in such a terrible condition as you said, the guardian of Khaos would still give you some information about what’s happening here.”

The young man eyed Emery suspiciously as he spoke, silent as he waited for an explanation. Luckily, Emery managed to come up with the best answer, which he chose after he realized who the person he was talking to was.

He calmly said, “Unfortunately, the guardian was very difficult to communicate with. Hence, we don’t have much information to prove who we are. But at the very least we were told of your name… you are one called Cole, aren’t you?”

The mention of that name successfully changed the young man’s demeanor.