Magus Supremacy Nove Chapter 935: Incomplete Tale

Chapter 935: Incomplete Tale

Chapter 935

"We need to talk."

’Well, obviously I know that; it is precisely why I am here. But what does he actually want to discuss?’ Grey wondered inwardly as he observed the Emperor striding away from them.

"Follow ," Julius ordered.

Amir and Grey exchanged a quick, aningful look before shrugging and following after the man.

They could see a golden door positioned on the side of the wide, expansive hall.

From the looks of the current trajectory, that was exactly where they were heading.

They quietly trailed the Emperor, who moved unhurriedly through the grand space.

Grey remained remarkably calm.

He was entirely unperturbed by the whole situation, with no worry weighing on his mind regarding whether this was a trap or sothing more sinister.

Deep down, whatever the circumstances might be, he knew he possessed the capability to handle himself.

Even if he couldn’t face it directly, he could always blink out of whatever predicant he found himself in while simultaneously creating a portal to take him out of there instantly.

It was all firmly set in his mind.

However, Amir could not help but stare at the Emperor’s back bitterly.

A gnawing pang grew in his chest as he compared the image of the mighty ruler who had descended to intervene with the Otherworlders and the figure walking before them right now.

The difference was glaring.

Julius looked... weakened.

He appeared like a man barely holding on to his own vitality.

Finally, they reached the entrance.

Julius calmly placed his palm on the cold surface of the wooden door.

It creaked for a mont before slowly opening wide.

Casually, Julius took a few steps forward and soon vanished into the interior of the room.

Grey and Amir followed after him and soon enough, they found themselves standing in a much smaller hall.

This particular chamber didn’t possess a throne.

Instead, there was just a singular round table accompanied by five chairs arranged around it.

The hall was almost bare except for a few beautiful paintings of the Emperor hanging around the room.

anwhile, so other portraits depicted different figures—possibly the past Emperors of the realm.

If it wasn’t for the table and chairs that grounded the place in a eting atmosphere, Grey would have easily mistaken the chamber for an art museum of so kind.

He was so captivated by the paintings that they also seed to—to tell a story?

Unconsciously breaking away from his stride, he turned toward the corner of the room where he could see a painting of a man whose face was hidden beneath a dark hood.

This figure held a massive... uh... oh!

He gripped a massive lightning spear in his hand which was visibly dripping with fresh blood.

The artwork looked quite life-like, as beneath his feet rested the severed head of an enormous, twisted aberration that had been obviously slain by him.

The next painting showed the sa hooded fellow, but he... huh?

In this one, he was much younger?

Walking away from that part of the wall, he encountered a painting depicting a.. a...

Grey’s skin crawled instantly as he unconsciously took half a step backward in shock.

It was a massive gateway.

This wasn’t a normal round portal he was used to; rather, it was square-shaped.

It looked like a normal gate humans used, but it felt much more sinister.

The portal seed to lead into sowhere unknown.

In front of these gates, five distinct figures could be seen standing, staring at the opening as if unsure whether to explore the depths or head back to where they ca from.

’Wait! Five figures? Didn’t I just see them now?’ he mused as he quickly scanned the room.

Soon enough, he caught sight of one painting he had passed by just monts ago.

It depicted these sa five individuals in a strange... ritual?

They stood in a tight circle with energy flowing from their bodies into the center of the said formation.

’What exactly was going on? What are these paintings? It truly seems as if they were telling a story of so sorts.’

Initially, he had assud they were just random paintings the current or even past Emperor must have commissioned with the command for the artist to go ’wild,’ and this was the result.

However, the details were too specific to be re imagination.

But now, it looked as if these works weren’t rely drawn from soone’s fleeting imagination; rather, they were clearly illustrated from soone’s vivid mories.

They were not made up.

These were representations of real, historical events.

But what events exactly?

He was just about to check out the next painting when a sudden shout jolted him back to reality.

He looked in the direction of where the shout originated and he could see Amir practically shooting daggers at him with his eyes.

Looking to the other chair, the Emperor was already seated and observing him calmly with that sa, cool smile on his face.

It seed like they had already settled down and were about to begin the discussion when they noticed Grey’s sudden absence.

When they looked around, they spotted him gazing at the paintings like a focused art critic searching for the perfect masterpiece to show to the world.

Amir had called out to him several tis.

Ten tis to be precise, but unfortunately, the warrior mage didn’t hear a single bit of it.

This resulted in the Captain finally shouting his na aloud while projecting his voice with the use of mana.

That surge of energy finally seed to have an effect as the warrior mage jolted back to the present mont.

Scratching his head with an awkward chuckle, Grey strode over with his cheeks slightly tinged red in embarrassnt.

He walked forward, passing by Amir who whispered harshly:

"Why are you embarrassing yourself and

in front of the Emperor?"

Grey rubbed his chin once more and made his way to a chair.

"I’m sorry that I got distracted. Those paintings..."

Julius just chuckled as he leaned back into his seat.

His gaze drifted around, observing the surrounding artwork with a contemplative look.

"It’s understandable that you would be enthralled by the paintings; after all, they tell a very important story of our hidden history."

"Hm?" Grey lifted a brow as he took a seat without even being offered to sit.

Julius didn’t seem to be offended by this lack of formality.

He just shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Besides, even if you studied all the paintings in this room, you wouldn’t be inford enough because they are inherently incomplete.

They were cut away from their real, complete selves and turned into simple paintings that decorate my personal eting room."

Grey was now genuinely intrigued as he leaned forward with a visible gleam in his eyes.

"Wh-Where can I get the complete story?"