Before returning to seclusion, Emery still had a few matters to attend to—and a few people he wanted to see.
The first stop was the Academy.
A teleportation gate carried him across the sector and deposited him upon the familiar floating grounds of the Magus Academy.
From there, he made his way toward Twin Hall.
He found his daughter exactly where he expected her to be.
In the middle of a complaint.
Shinta was well into her thirties now, a respected instructor in her own right, yet whenever Emery looked at her, he could still see the stubborn little girl she had once been.
Especially during moments like this.
She stood before him with her hands planted firmly on her hips, venting her frustrations with all the passion of a veteran educator who had been forced to repeat the same argument far too many times.
"It's the same every single year," she huffed. "Heya, Father... are you even listening?"
Emery only smiled.
