The Sprite Capital was quite a beautiful sight. It was similar to the Unblemished Capital City run by Luna. It seemed to emphasize cleanliness and purity. Even the streets themselves radiated a slight golden hue that wasn't irritating to the eyes.

Interestingly enough, it wasn't just Sprites who frequented this place. It seemed the outer quadrants were more interconnected than one might think. With the exception of experts of the Devil Quadrants, Dyon used his Immortal Sense to see all sorts of races.

There were beasts from the Transcendent Beast Alliance, there were giants of the Nephilim Alliance who used interesting technologies to decrease their massive sizes, and there were even Sapientia here.

In fact, there were also a few of the Devil Quadrants who couldn't hide from Dyon's Immortal Sense. It seemed that they had a tacit agreement with the Sprite Alliance to be allowed to enter this space as long as they didn't reveal their true origins.

Dyon could only shake his head at this reality. The politics of the Martial World was even more ridiculous than his own mortal world before it was destroyed.

This aside, the so-called training grounds for the geniuses of the tower quadrants was located in a very remote area. In fact, it was actually on a satellite moon of the Sprite Capital Planet. So, its destruction went next to unnoticed. Maybe even those higher ups to created those grounds hadn't cared enough to continuously pay attention to it. So who knew how long it would be before they realized their holed up rats were no longer holed up?

It would normally be impossible for someone to secretly enter such a well-protected planet, but for Dyon and his immortal sense, it was no problem. Not only had he taken his wives with him, but the 3000 Demon Generals who had already dispersed had followed him as well.

Suddenly Dyon grinned, his long arms enveloping four beauties without a care for the gazes he received.

"This dutiful husband of yours has been away for too long." Dyon righteously raised his head and gazed toward the grand city that enveloped half the entire planet. "It is said that a husband must always take responsibility. So, no matter how much it pains me, feel free to make my pockets run dry. Today I'll spoil the four of you rotten."

And spoil them he did.

Dyon's wives weren't materialistic by any means. If they were, maybe they wouldn't have initially given Dyon a second look. Though Dyon could be considered to be one of the wealthiest men in existence now, this certainly wasn't the case for a very long time.

Still, the four of them couldn't help but love the idea of leisurely pulling their husband around as they hopped from store to store, buying anything that caught their eye. Even Amphorae who was the most reserved of them all, couldn't help her gaze's shine whenever it fell on something that pulled her heart strings.

Though many were completely unaware now, the beauty of music would have never existed with Amphorae. Watching her smile like a child on Christmas morning as she watched the evolution of her own creation made Dyon's heart warm. He didn't hesitate to buy any and all magical instruments she took a liking to.

Madeleine also had a fondness for music will. In fact, when her illness took hold all those decades ago, much of the research time she spent as a Sapientia was on music. It was no surprise, then, that over the years, the two of them had become incredibly close over their talks of music theory.

"Fifi, look at this." Madeleine, who had her arm wrapped around Amphroae's pulled her over toward a unique bronze instrument.

It was fairly large, and it was split into four chambers with numerous valves. If one wasn't paying much attention, it looked no different from a meter-tall bronze replica of the human heart. But the reality was that it was a unique instrument created by the Nephilim.

"The deep tones you can make with this are extraordinary." Amphorae's emerald eyes shone. She didn't need to play it to understand. "The metal is tempered to perfection, bereft of impurities so controlling the sound is left to skill and not chance. The four chambers can resonate with one another, creating a harmony that sounds more like one note than multiple separate notes. Even the padded keys on the valves don't require much strength to perfectly seal

"This sort of wind instrument What masterful engineering. Its only flaw is those who are too weak cannot hope to play it. Without enough strength to output the necessary amount of wind force, not even the faintest sound would be made"

A merchant nearby couldn't help but clap. It didn't take Dyon more than a glance to understand that this was another giant in the disguise of a normally sized human.

"This instrument is a personal creation of a genius of my Nephilim Alliance. It's known as Heart Resonance. Its creator believes that music's root is the heart, so they took this as inspiration to create this masterpiece. I'm afraid that not many outside of our giant race can play it, though."

"That's fine, we'll take it." Amphorae said without hesitation.

"This"

The giant race merchant was quite old and appeared to be beyond his middle ages, but he also considered his eyes to be sharp.

Though this instrument wasn't created to be a treasure, it was formed by all sorts of Planet Grade materials. The creator didn't want it to be used as a weapon and purposely didn't engrave it with any such abilities, but that didn't stop it from being expensive beyond the means of most.

These two ladies came here with a young man wearing less than desirable clothing. He had only come to speak with them because he appreciated their depth of understanding for music theory, not to actually try and get a sale out of them.

"How much?" Amphorae's brows crinkled with a bit of irritation.

The merchant cleared his throat. "Though this has no practical purpose outside of creating beautiful tones, its materials are still top notch. It's worth no less than 20 000 transcendent stones."