Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2865: Quality Time

”I think it’s a good idea,” Klea said, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup.

”I’ve consulted with many... Advancing Earth into a medium realm is extremely difficult process—its not feasible...not for another few hundred years at least. So yes... expanding in another city of Alpha quadrant is a good idea... tell me more about this Dawnstar City.”

The two; Emery and Klea were seated on the upper deck of one of Golden City’s most renowned sky diners, a floating pavilion drifting slowly above layers of golden-lit architecture.

After days of relentless training with the Divine Instrument, the change of pace was needed.

That day, they were simply husband and wife, sharing quiet conversation over a meal.

”What about Sister Rosia?” Klea asked, lifting her gaze toward him. ”Does she agree?”

Emery nodded.

”Terra’s population is the main limitation,” he explained calmly. ”Its spiritual density and manpower can’t sustain a rapid elevation in rank. Even if we poured in resources, the foundation wouldn’t hold. Dawnstar, on the other hand, has expansion capacity. We can slowly transfer core resources there. In the future, Terra will remain our branch in the Beta quadrant.”

He paused before asking sincerely, ”What do you think?”

Klea didn’t hesitate this time.

”A place closer to Earth is definitely better,” she said.

There was an unspoken weight behind her words.

She glanced at him. ”Isn’t Dawnstar chaotic right now? Shouldn’t you be there?”

Emery reached across the table and took her hand gently.

”Nothing to be concerned.. I’ve already sent someone.”

After finishing their meal, their discussion continued as they board an exclusive flying boat that carried them through Golden City’s upper airways. The vessel moved smoothly along designated currents of controlled wind, passing between towering golden spires and suspended bridges lined with luminous crystals.

”So... aiming for a council seat within thirty years?” Klea asked, her tone light but thoughtful.

Klea smiled faintly.

”It has to be,” Emery replied evenly.

After a moment, Klea nodded in agreement.

”You’re right... No one dares move against Earth now. But in twenty years? Things will change once the Nephilim project ends and they leave Earth. We need deeper roots within the Alliance.”

They discussed the Eternal Watchers quietly—their interest in Earth, the unexplained manipulations surrounding recent events. Neither of them underestimated the danger of hidden powers moving behind curtains.

The flying boat gradually descended toward Golden City’s market sector.

They made their way to the Merlin Apothecary branch. Shelves were stocked with refined elixirs and spirit concoctions. Customers moved in steady flow, and the energy within the shop felt vibrant.

Cedric reported that business had been steadily improving, especially with the new batch of high-grade products that came from Utopia City branch.

Observing the scene, Klea spoke thoughtfully. If Emery resumed advancing his apothecary master status—it would significantly elevate their faction’s standing.

”Yes... soon enough,” Emery replied.

The truth was, Emery wished to set all other things aside for a while longer, he simply wanted to spend more quality time with her—something he had missed for far too long.

They left the apothecary and continued through the bustling streets. Vendors displayed rare ores, enchanted metals, spirit cores, and exotic artifacts beneath glowing formation lights.

Their search turned practical.

Now that Klea had stepped into the grand magus realm, she required treasures worthy of her cultivation. The tier-six Stormrazor Staff she had relied upon during her breakthrough had already weakened under tribulation lightning.

Emery, meanwhile, examined weapon racks with quiet intensity. He needed new blades. He also sought mobility artifacts, as he intended to permanently give the Icarus Wings to Klea.

Shop after shop displayed respectable items—several tier-seven artifacts of decent craftsmanship—but none truly met their expectations.

After nearly a dozen visits, Emery finally exhaled and shook his head slightly.

”We’ll wait for the weekly auction,” he said. ”Better chances there.”

Klea agreed.

As they continued walking side by side through the golden-lit streets, neither spoke for a while. They both understood that peace was temporary.

Greater challenges would come.

But for this evening, they allowed themselves the rare comfort of simply being together.

When night fell, the two returned to the golden mountain and the mansion prepared for them by the Karat faction.

Morgana had yet to return; she remained within the Divine Instrument chamber, continuing her refinement training.

Inside the main living hall, however, two figures were already waiting.

Rosia stood near the central table, and beside her sat... Emery.

Or rather, his light avatar housed within a refined clone body. The resemblance was flawless—same posture, same calm expression—but the faint shimmer of light within his eyes betrayed its nature.

Both Rosia and the avatar wore tired smiles.

”You are extremely popular,” the avatar said dryly. ”Twelve guests today.”

Emery chuckled softly and inclined his head. ”Thank you for handling them.”

Over the past few weeks, visitors had become a daily occurrence. Influential figures from Golden City and neighboring regions sought an audience with the famed ”Savage Grand Magus.” Some came out of genuine admiration, others out of political curiosity, and many to secure potential alliances.

Since Emery’s stay at the Karat mansion became known, the number of requests had only increased.

Many of these connections were valuable. Strengthening ties with Golden City’s elites would support Rosia’s future council position and expand the Earth faction’s network within the Alliance. It was a necessary part of long-term strategy.

To preserve his time with Klea, Emery allowed his light avatar to attend most meetings in his stead—engaging in formal conversations, building rapport, and filtering out opportunists.

Meanwhile, his dark avatar had already departed a week earlier for the Alpha quadrant, overseeing matters on Earth and in Dawnstar City.

It was a careful distribution of presence.

The next morning brought another visitor—one Emery could not delegate.

Hassa Karat arrived personally.

The father of Tessa and proxy ruler of the Karat faction entered the reception hall with composed authority.

”Brother Emery,” Hassa greeted warmly. ”I hope your stay has been pleasant.”

”It has,” Emery replied sincerely. ”Thank you for the hospitality.”

Their relationship dated back more than two decades. At that time, Emery had not yet stepped into the grand magus realm, but he had intervened decisively in the conflict between Hassa and his brother.

Since then, Hassa’s attitude toward him had always been cordial—now even more so after Emery’s crucial role in rescuing the Karat patriarch.

”I came with news,” Hassa said without delay. ”My father has just emerged from closed-door training.”

Emery’s expression sharpened slightly.

”He wishes to meet you today,” Hassa continued.”are you available?”

Emery did not hesitate.

”Yes, of course.”