Ves experienced a sense of fulfillment after the birthday party came to an end.
Aurelia and the other kids had a lot of fun. What he was most pleased with was that his oldest daughter was not a doll and actively sought to participate in more grown-up affairs.
A part of Ves lamented that Aurelia did not make the most of her childhood to be a kid. The weight of expectations along with her abnormal development caused her to mature a lot faster than other kids of her age.
Still, the Red Ocean was nothing like the Milky Way during the Age of Mechs.
Red humanity lacked the strength to enforce peace. The native aliens were already bad enough. The arrival of the mutated voribugs put human civilization in the new frontier into an even more precarious situation.
As such, Aurelia herself already recognized that she could not afford to be carefree during her most formative years.
She had already inherited a strong sense of responsibility from her father. Growing up within a clan as active and enterprising as the Larkinson Clan shaped her values and personality in ways that did not conform to average society.
Ves did not know whether to praise or condemn this development.
In any case, he was glad that Aurelia eventually chose a development track that would allow her to gain the initiative if she ever found herself in the midst of combat.
So long as she was not helpless when confronted by enemies, then he would not have to worry himself to death over her safety.
When Ves and Gloriana got back together in the evening, they watched over the Microplanet from the Tarrasque.
Now that the party had ceased, the mechers in cooperation with the collies began to dismantle everything. The entire miniature planet had to be reshaped in order to accommodate the demands of the next deep-pocketed client.
This entailed terraforming at a rapid speed. Entire continents had to be made and unmade. New oceans took shape. An entire city’s worth of structures assembled at a rapid speed.
The collies had to be involved in order to remove the formation anchors that had previously been used to conduct a mysterious ritual. The workers carefully disassembled the crystal pyramid along with all of the other formation anchors hidden beneath the surface.
Although the spell array was not useful for other purposes, the precious exotics and hypers used to make the formation anchors could still be recycled or repurposed.
They could even be altered to perform similar rituals at other locations, though that required formation masters to do a lot of troublesome recalculations.
In any case, the mechers had already conveyed their appreciation to the Larkinsons for the information they collected from the ritual.
They never told him what they were looking for, but Ves guessed that they had been trying to expose cosmopolitans and sympathisers to the Cybernetic Empire among other traitors.
The Red Association was not doing so well these days. The continuous setbacks put the mechers in a weak position. This was the time to consolidate their internal affairs and make sure that those with different intentions did not get any chance to inflict any damage.
Of course, Ves still did not think the RA would be able to magically solve all of its problems. He had witnessed more and more signs that the god pilots and Star Designers were increasingly pursuing their own goals.
Whether that would lead to the fracturing of the Red Association remained to be seen, but it was undeniable that the different factions were increasingly growing further apart.
Ves might be able to gain a much better overview of this hidden trend if he was an insider, but unfortunately that was not the case.
All he could do was to stand by the side while the mechers continued to engage in their secret dance.
Oh well. There was nothing he could do about it. All he cared about at this point was that his collaboration with the mechers on the development of the first Polymetal mech remained unaffected.
The Web Mistress was the guarantor of the mech design project, which meant that the Mech Supremacist Faction would take the lead on the collaborative mech design project.
That eased his concerns as the Mech Supremacists got along with the others pretty well. They only cared about the primacy of mechs, which was a common goal shared by other factions.
The Mech Supremacists weren’t as numerous as the Expansionists.
They did not push for radical innovation like the Transhumanists.
They also did not try to steer the course of red humanity as insistently as the Survivalists.
The Mech Supremacists only cared about keeping mechs on top of warships and other alternative combat platforms.
They were perhaps the purest faction of the Red Association as they were more keen to uphold the standards of the mech industry.
The Red Collective did all of that with the continued input and consideration of the people and major powers of red humanity, which fixed the biggest ’flaw’ of the Red Association and the Red Fleet.
The Upper and Lower Councils continued to function as intended, with the latter doing most of the lifting.
From what Ves had heard, the lower councilors had done a good job of expanding and refining the legislation to respond to the needs of the masses and to ensure the RC played a productive role in society.
As for the upper councilors like Ves, all they needed to do was to check up every once in a while and put their rubber stamp on the bills that had managed to survive the Lower Council.
Certain upper councilors were more active in voting against certain bills that threatened the interests of their principals.
They occasionally dropped opposition after the masterminds of the bill agreed to make changes or include provisions.
However, this was a rather delicate dance as those very same concessions might piss off the original supporters.
Ves never showed any interest in this politicking. He had meticulously kept himself out of the mud fights, preferring to maintain a neutral stance whenever possible.
He had yet to encounter a bill that threatened his interests so much that he felt compelled to use his influence to block it. This would probably happen sooner or later, though Ves did not exactly know when.
This made it all the more important for Ves to reconnect with the collies and get up to speed with the developments that they were reluctant to share to outsiders.
Gloriana made one request. "If you are visiting the Astral Octagon, then can you seek help from the collies about your phase lord cultivation? They should know how to tackle this problem better than others. It would be reassuring if they can solve your problem or find a means to mitigate the risks."
Ves nodded. "That is one of the reasons why I wanted to stop by the headquarters of the Red Collective."
He had neglected this issue long enough.
One way or another, Ves needed to find a way to reclaim sovereignty over his entire physique!
Sev could not be allowed to stay and compromise his control over his own body!

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