Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144 Back to Prime Planet

Chapter 144 Back to Prime Planet

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The moment the words left his mouth, Margaret and Baar both turned to look at Cheiron. He was, after all, the Empire’s representative scholar.

Cheiron met their stares and let out a soft laugh. “Don’t look at me. The Academy of Sciences may nominally fall under the Imperial Household, but I’m merely a humble researcher. I have no voice among those who pride themselves on their so-called superior bloodlines.”

He bit off the words “superior bloodlines” with undisguised contempt. Margaret could have sworn she caught a flicker of deep personal grudge beneath his usual mild tone.

She crossed her arms, her face showing none of the anxiety that might be expected from someone about to be dragged into a political storm.

“So what kind of move are we talking about? Are they going to award me an Interstellar Peace Prize, or hand me some high-ranking official post?” She paused, then added, “Whatever they try-if there’s no compensation involved, count me out.”

The next week passed in surprising comfort.

This base might have been an active military installation, but its security protocols were notoriously strict. Timothy, however, had no faith in limitations. He couldn’t come himself, but what he could send piled up so fast they threatened to clog the entire screening lane.

Fresh berries on express courier from Valoranet Planet. A luxuriously soft custom silk duvet. And two full crates of bespoke gowns and dresses. Every package held a handwritten card tucked inside, the penmanship bold and flourishing.

“This one’s for lounging. The fabric breathes.”

“This one’s for formal events. I made the designer redo the neckline three times,”

“This one-My Lady, you’ll look stunning in it. Send me a picture!”

The security officers had never seen anything like it. Crate after crate rolled through the quantum scanners until the entire screening lane backed up into gridlock.

They exchanged helpless looks and ultimately escalated the issue up the chain of command.

Baar listened to the report in silence.

“Confirm no hazardous materials,” he said, his voice level. “Then clear them all.” The furrow between his brows never eased.

The ever-discreet logistics major general personally oversaw the delivery, carting every crate to Margaret’s spacious quarters.

Margaret curled up on the soft couch, eating the berries Timothy had shipped across the galaxy, flipping through the little cards. The corner of her mouth curved upward.

She had fully accepted her place in this world. Central Brain had assigned these elite males to her-why not simply enjoy it?

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Chapter 144 Back to Prime Planet

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Baar, for his part, was remarkably well-behaved these past few days. It might have been the workload. Force redeployment, defense line reconstruction, casualty reports-the full weight of command fell squarely on his shoulders.

He collapsed into bed at three in the morning and was back in the command center by six, sharp.

Only when his frenzy levels spiked beyond control did he knock on her door.

During the purifications, he’d set aside his earlier impatience. He sat straight-backed on the couch, hands resting on his knees with almost formal restraint.

Margaret’s energy flowed through the small black serpent-his spirit beast-and into his spiritual realm, soothing the churning waves of his frenzy. The process itself was straightforward. Baar’s reaction, however, was impossible to ignore.

Those gold slit-pupiled eyes would fix on her, unblinking, the raw hunger in them so palpable it felt almost tangible.

Margaret had no doubt. If she gave him the slightest nod-if her gaze softened even a fraction-that steady, composed commander of the entire Federal Military would cross the distance without a second’s hesitation.

But he held back. The veins along his temple pulsed. His throat worked, swallowing again and again. His breathing roughened. Yet he didn’t move an inch closer.

When the purification ended, he would linger in place a few extra seconds, as if waiting for the aftershocks in his spiritual realm to settle. Then he’d rise, offer her a brief nod, turn, and stride out.

That restraint, oddly enough, sparked something in Margaret-an amused, detached curiosity. She began to enjoy the calm authority of being the one in control.

Cheiron, by contrast, kept himself practical. He spent most of his time in the base’s medical wing, compiling frontline casualty data and studying the residual energy signatures from Margaret’s mass purification.

They crossed paths infrequently. But every time they did, Cheiron would ask gently about her sleep, then press a prepared dose of restorative tonic into her hand.

When the rest period ended, the three of them boarded a starship and set course back to Prime Planet. Gary remained behind to hold the front.

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