Magus Supremacy

Chapter 380

"How was it? Did he succeed?" Clarice asked in a hushed tone as she and Yami stood in the kitchen, speaking quietly while Grey and the girls remained in the living room. Finral, as usual, was outside, deep in training.

"He almost did it," Yami sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the counter. "But at the last moment, he suddenly went into a fit. Damn near passed out."

After Grey spasmed from attempting to cultivate his Dantian, they had returned home. Now, in the soft glow of the kitchen light, Yami and Clarice exchanged quiet words about his progress—or lack thereof.

"Honestly, I thought he’d pull through," Clarice admitted, dicing onions with rhythmic precision. "He breezed through the body refinement process faster than I expected."

She paused, her gaze drifting to the living room, where Vanessa was practically glued to Grey, fawning over him as if he were a model carved by the gods. Her eyes sparkled with admiration, and she clung to every word he muttered.

"You know..." Yami chuckled as he moved closer, his voice teasing. "I’m seriously considering marrying Vanessa off to Grey. At this rate, she’s about to drown in her own drool."

Clarice stopped cutting and slowly turned her head to glare at him.

"Right. I’ll shut up now," he muttered with a half-smile, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"It’s just a silly crush," Clarice said dismissively. "She’ll outgrow it soon enough."

"That’s what we thought too, remember?" Yami slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Started as a crush, became love, then marriage... and now we’ve got three noisy little monsters running around."

"If you don’t remove those hands and quit with the sweet talk," Clarice warned, lifting the knife just enough for him to see, "I’ll give your face a complete knife makeover."