Magus Supremacy

Chapter 363

"Look at that!" someone shouted, pointing right at Grey. He stood up with confusion etched on his face, his gaze flickering between Vanessa and Millie, both trembling in fear while staring at the people who now had their weapons drawn.

"What are they looking at?" Grey asked, his voice slightly hoarse. Vanessa, her hands shaking, slowly raised a finger and pointed at his head.

His hands crept up to his hair almost instinctively. That was when he realized—his hat had fallen off.

Scanning the ground frantically, Grey spotted the hat lying a few metres away. Turning around more, his eyes finally caught sight of what had crashed into him moments ago. It was an injured man now struggling to stand, clearly trying to make a run for it.

Grey narrowed his eyes, taking in the man’s appearance: red attire from head to toe. Shirt, pants, even his broken weapon were dyed in different shades of crimson. And now, his face had joined the lineup, battered and bruised.

’What is this? What’s going on?’ Grey thought inwardly, panic rising like a wave in his chest. His gaze flickered back to Vanessa, who clenched her fists tightly.

"He’s part of them—a terrorist! Catch him!" someone in the crowd shouted, pointing directly at Grey.

"Wait, a terrorist? I don’t even know who I am!" Grey said in shock, taking a step back as more townspeople surged forward with weapons drawn, their movements quick and ruthless until—

"Stop!" Vanessa roared in anger, her voice echoing across the street and halting the crowd’s advance. She stepped forward, pulling Millie protectively along with her.

"I don’t know what you are on about, but Grey is no terrorist!" Vanessa shouted, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel.