Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4479

Chapter 4479: Semi Sentience (Part 1)

"Also, try a bite of Ishara meat buns before you judge me. I can assure you that not one of my subjects will turn this boon down, no matter their race."

"I’m... I mean, sure." Lith nodded. "Time sure flies when you have fun. Thanks for everything, Grandma. I prepared this for you, but I recommend consuming it at night to better appreciate it."

He handed her a Phoenix-sized molten chocolate cake with three cows’ worth of fresh cream, making her squirm with joy.

"Thanks, Featherling. Much appreciated." Salaark stored the colossal dessert in her pocket dimension. "See you tomorrow. It’s my turn with the kids."

***

After returning to the Vehren Mansion, Lith swapped the contents of the Crucibles and studied a new design for Thundercrash with Solus’ and Friya’s help. As for Tista, she now had a literal big problem.

"Farm me sideways, where am I supposed to store all this stuff? I don’t have a farming pocket dimension!" She groaned in frustration. "I will need dozens of dimensional rings just for the metal, but there is no dimensional item with enough space to contain a single plate of the Isharas’ exoskeleton!"

"I hear you. It’s the reason all noble households and the Royals have a treasury." Quylla pointed out. "Dimensional items are great, but they can be stolen after your death, and only one person can access them at any time.

"Also, once you accumulate enough wealth and resources, no number of dimensional amulets is enough. The only solution is a treasury. The more you own, the bigger it must be."

"Or a pocket dimension." Menadion said. "That’s why I equipped my tower with one. The more powerful you are, the bigger the dimensional space, and a tower is the artifact-equivalent of a white core.

"Its pocket dimension is the size of this Mansion. And I mean including the external walls, the park, and everything else."

"How could I forget about you, Ripha?" Tista said with the tone of a drowning woman seeing a lifeboat approaching. "The only thing that surpasses your peerless beauty is the immense kindness of your heart.

"Otherwise you wouldn’t need a chest so large to contain it."

"Whoa, girl!" The First Ruler of the Flames stepped back, her right hand raised. "I can tell when someone is hitting on me and when they are just buttering me up. You belong to the second kind, and based on how desperate you sound, I wouldn’t be surprised if you shoved me in an oven with plenty of potatoes!"

"How can you say that, Ripha? I’m not buttering you up." Tista lied through her teeth. "I was just about to ask you to craft a pocket dimension for me. I mean, I’m like a sister to Solus, which makes you like a second mother to me.

"You wouldn’t say no to your step-daughter in her time of need, would you?"

"Riiiight." Menadion stretched the word to better spread sarcasm all over it. "You are not buttering me up. You are just asking for one of the most precious, elusive, and sought-after artifacts on Mogar."

"Exactly. A trifling matter for a Magus of your talent and a pillar of the Verhen family, Mommy." Tista nodded.

"You know what? I’ll do it." Menadion replied snidely. "Just bring me everything on this list, and I’ll whip you up a pocket dimension. If you want it crafted with modern magic, however, it will take me a few weeks.

"I never had a reason to update the original design, but I can do it for you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank-" The joy died on Tista’s lips as she read an exhaustive list of some of the most precious, elusive, and sought-after magical ingredients on Mogar. "Are you serious?"

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