’Revealing the changes in the Sage Staff would ruin the gala and any opportunity to take Meln by surprise the next time we face him.’ Solus thought.
Everyone complimented Lith’s Indech wings, Kamila’s beauty, and stared at her womb like a treasure chest that was about to open. Elysia was indeed a catch, but once Raldarak grew up, he was the Awakened bloodlines’ best bet to get their hands on Tiamat’s powers.
After all, a young man could have all the women that favored him, if he was so inclined.
When Ripha’s nostrils flared in annoyance, Solus was about to pop a vein, and Kamila’s smile started to twist into a grin, Lith decided it was time to move on to the dance.
He was about to clap his hands to get everyone’s attention when someone knocked at the front door. Somehow, the sound spread throughout the room and drowned out the chatter.
"Were you still expecting someone?" King Meron asked, knowing how rude it was to arrive late to a gala.
Once the Royal Couple entered, the gala’s host would seal the doors. Any normal person would rather turn around and leave rather than disrespect the most powerful people in the Kingdom.
"No." Lith shook his head. "All those on the guest list are present and accounted for. Yet the most interesting part is that our latecomer must be someone I know, or they would have never gotten past my defensive arrays."
Despite his paranoid nature, Lith remained calm and collected. He already knew the identity of the surprise guest thanks to the tower’s surveillance system covering the entirety of the Mansion.
It was the reason he ordered the butlers to stay away from the door and opened it himself.
"Consider me offended, Lith. I’ve waited until the last moment to receive the invitation for your gala. Did it get lost in the mail, or are you afraid to share the spotlight with a fellow Magus?" Tezka the Fylgja said, his canine snout twisted in a wounded expression more fake than a three dollar bill.
"Neither." Lith replied, stepping to the side to let his guests witness the Suneater. "I simply didn’t know where to send it. We never exchanged communication runes, and after you stopped protecting the Vastors, I had no idea how to reach you."
The creature that stood beyond the threshold was about 2.3 (7’7") meters tall, and wore a tailor-made high uniform that was identical to Lith’s except for its dull violet color.
He also donned a replica of a Magus robe that only lacked the Royal Seal to be authentic.
The black and silvery fur of the Fylgja didn’t deform the fabric of his clothes, framing them to perfection. Eight long tails came out of the small of Tezka’s back, the other two standing by the side of Filia and Frey.
Each clone donned a cloaking item that hid their real power and altered their energy signature so as not to match each other or the Suneater.
"That’s true." Tezka tapped his lips with his forefinger, pretending to be in deep thought. "Invite me in, and I won’t stay offended with you, Void Magus."
"Give me a moment, Dimensional Magus." Lith replied. "This is a severe breach of the Royal Gala protocol, and even though this is my house, I can’t make this kind of decision without consulting the Royals."
"True again." Tezka nodded. "I’ll wait."
King Meron possessed the bright violet core ever since he had passed Tyris’ judgment and had now achieved full Awakening, yet he needed sheer willpower to stand up without letting his knees tremble.
’After all the effort that the Suneater made to dress up like that, revoking his status as Magus would be no different than slapping him in the face.’ The King thought.

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