Superhumans of the Dome City Chapter 914: 4: Each Has Their Own Plans

Chapter 914: Chapter 4: Each Has Their Own Plans

“The Resurrection Mage gradually adapted to the state after awakening, as the Dawn Knight and the Seventh Knight went to the City of Skies today,” said Queen Grey.

Occasionally, Gaius Otimis would rember four years ago, when his partner didn’t look like this. She wore rustic braids, dressed in a scholarly robe, with lazy and cunning eyes under her glasses, carrying the airs of soone nurtured in affluence, like a greedy cat.

Now in the projection, Grey was clad in a white robe with gold trimmings, her long braid cut short to shoulder-length hair, her figure maturing from youthful to sophisticated, transforming from a girl who bargained with tigers to a queen dividing spoils in the arena of power. The only constant was her fervent desire for power.

“Are you listening to , big politician?” Queen Grey in the projection frowned.

“I am,” Gaius answered, “do you think the Dawn Knight has discovered you?”

Grey leaned against the back of the throne, gently shaking her neck, not realizing how much this gesture resembled her mother’s in the eyes of others.

“Nothing surprises about what Alandia Helison does, after all, she is the Dawn Knight. But I don’t think she has pinpointed ; I pinned the retrieval of the Final Sword on the Radical Faction without leaving a trace, and she wasn’t awake back then.

I know her character well, she would suspect everyone, and she wouldn’t divulge anything without full certainty.”

“One should never rely on the enemy’s miscalculation,” Gaius said, “Always be prepared, don’t let greed blind your reason.”

“Spare your fake benevolence, Gaius. I will certainly act with discretion,” Grey sneered, “After all, I am now truly a Creator Realm Mage, and this island is my kingdom.”

The projection of Albion Grey Morton disappeared, leaving the office in darkness. Then, warm lights automatically lit up, illuminating Gaius’s brown hair and a corner of his office.

Across from the desk was a small black sofa where a man sat in silence. This man had a burly build, a serious square face, neat short hair, and a strong military deanor. His neck, made of alloy, reflected a silver sheen, a proud badge from once being grievously injured and returning from the brink of death.

“Pour a drink, Gaius,” the man’s voice was magnetic.

Like every wealthy citizen of the United States, Gaius’s office also housed his private liquor cabinet. The vice president’s gaze swept over the bottles, pulling out a wine from the chanical State.

“The ‘Natural Valley’ of ’83?”

“Pour what the President drinks,” the man smiled.

Gaius put the wine back, taking out a much-revered whiskey called “Red-Top.” He filled a glass to the brim for the man on the sofa, adding alcoholic ice spheres. The man took it, downing it in one gulp, relishing with a tongue click, “Ah!”

The action was far from delicate, akin to an old lush. The man’s deanor wasn’t exactly proper either; he had neither tied a tie nor buttoned the top button of his shirt. Gaius was unfazed. He put the bottle away, casually asking, “Your opinion, Klein?”

No official dared to act so brashly in front of Gaius unless their rank was slightly above that of a vice president.

The President of the United States, Klein Aiman, reluctantly set aside the cup, “She says she’s prepared, so why should we worry?”

“Trust in a young queen’s independent judgnt?”

“Haha,” Klein smiled, “She didn’t hesitate to eliminate her mother and brothers, ignored countless citizen deaths, all for the chair beneath her. That’s far more extre than what you did back then, Gaius. Do you really think of her as a woman?”

“She’s a political animal,” Gaius said, “a beast of desire in human skin.”

Klein tapped his alloy neck, like a stunt actor tugging at their stuffy suit, “Even if she stripped naked and waved her backside in front of , I wouldn’t feel a thing because she’s not a ‘woman.’ Emotions and desires have no sway over her judgnt, so why wouldn’t you trust her? That’s her domain, her kingdom, she’ll use any ans necessary for her interests.”

“You’re right,” Gaius pondered briefly, “How’s the progress of the plan?”

“I don’t know how to asure the ‘progress’ of civilization, but Bai Aoli and Jin say it’s going well.”

Klein tossed him a docunt, rare to be used in such a high-tech United States office, but the old-fashioned president preferred his old thods. Gaius reviewed it, pointing to the final conclusion, “The frequency of unusual climate events is too conspicuous.”

“What’s the big deal? You had a blow-up on June 30th, taking action is inevitable.”

“One should always avoid giving others a talking point.”

“Stop worrying about useless things, I am more concerned about that colorful little girl. I’m not even sure how much of these damn climates is her doing.”

“You shouldn’t call her a little girl, she is older than the world itself,” Gaius corrected his wording.

Klein displayed his most common smile seen in papers, discreetly wise, not baring teeth, full of charisma. Supporters of the president always say it gives them a sense of kinship, but Gaius knew such a smile implied sarcasm.

“She appears to be a little girl, so she is a little girl. Doesn’t Grandpa have anything to say about this ‘experintal accident’?”