Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Things Are Getting Interesting

Chapter 164 Things Are Getting Interesting

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“Barren planet?” Timothy narrowed his blue eyes. “X-1104… I’ve seen the mineral data for that rock. It’s basically worthless for development. The Imperial Household’s just tossing out a useless hunk of stone to pacify her, that’s all.”

Cheiron added, his tone flat, “Third-Class Lord is the lowest rank in the Imperial Household’s nobility system. No voting rights on council matters, no authority over your fief. You get invited to palace banquets on holidays, and that’s about it.”

Margaret raised an eyebrow.

A useless rock, a useless title. Even beggars get better handouts than this.

But she hadn’t expected anything substantial from the first offer, anyway. This was just testing the waters- both sides were feeling each other out.

“That’s the Empire’s whole offer. Baar shut off the virtual screen, his golden eyes locking onto Margaret’s. “The Federation hasn’t settled on theirs yet. The Council told me to ask you. What do you want?”

The table went quiet for two seconds. Margaret set down her spoon and dabbed at her mouth with a napkin.

“The Federation doesn’t have any money, anyway,” she said.

Baar went silent.

“Or land,” she added, driving the point home. “The military’s crying poor every single year. They nickel and dime every credit for frontline funding.”

Timothy nodded hard, clearly agreeing wholeheartedly.

“So the only thing the Federation can actually offer… Margaret looked up at Baar. “It is power, right?”

The second the words left her mouth, the table went dead quiet.

Tyrone froze mid-bite of pasta. He held it in for two seconds, then snickered out loud.

The laugh drew every eye in the room to him. Tyrone didn’t say a word. He just ducked his head back to his pasta, forcing the smile off his face.

Timothy rested his chin in his hand and watched Margaret. He wasn’t surprised at all-he’d known from the start that Margaret wasn’t someone to be pushed around.

Quentin kept sipping his oatmeal, completely unfazed.

Cheiron stared down into his coffee. The rim of the mug hid most of his face, but his crinkling, amused eyes peeked out over the top..

Baar leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed steadily on Margaret,

If anyone else had talked that big, Baar would’ve written them off as delusional. But coming from her? It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

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She’d earned the right to ask for it.

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She was the only SSS-class female in the entire galaxy-a prize both sides would fight tooth and nail to claim.

“Alright.” His answer was short and straightforward—no follow-up questions, no hesitation. “I’ll talk to the Council.”

Margaret blinked, caught off guard. She’d had a whole speech ready, laying out pros and cons and logical arguments. She didn’t end up needing a single word of it,

“You don’t even want to ask what kind of power I’m after?” she asked.

Baar shook his head. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. You’re my wife. It’s my job to get you whatever you need.”

The words were blunt, no frills, no sappy sentiment behind them.

Timothy pouted and muttered under his breath, “Such a showoff…”

Baar shot him a sharp glare. Timothy immediately turned his head away, pointedly ignoring him.

Margaret ducked her head and went back to her lobster, hiding the small, amused smile tugging at her lips. from everyone at the table.

Near the end of dinner, Margaret’s Holo-bracelet chimed.

She opened it up-an official email from the royal family, signed by Greven Earhart.

The wording was polite. The gist was that the royal family had long heard of Margaret’s achievements, and they were inviting her to the palace as an honored guest to show their respect. It was scheduled for three days from now, and the second prince, Greven Earhart, would be receiving her personally.

Margaret projected the email from her Holo-bracelet out onto the middle of the table.

Cheiron glanced over the message and spoke up. “The Imperator, Lesley Earhart, has been ill for years. barely involved in government affairs anymore. Prince Greven’s the one actually running things right

now.”

He looked at Margaret. “He’s almost certainly the one who approved the Third-Class Lord title. He started low to test how you’d react. Now his spies in the Federation probably caught wind of the Council’s moves. He’s scared you’ll side with them, so he’s reaching out personally to invite you over.”

“Both the Empire and the Federation have made offers.” Margaret closed the email. “How am I supposed to know which one’s more sincere if I don’t check them both out?”

She glanced over at Baar. “Gotta shop around, right?”

Her tone was casual, light-but everyone at the table heard the unspoken meaning loud and clear.

Baar finished his steak. He wiped his hands with a napkin, pushed his chair back, and stood up.

“Three days is enough.” He turned and strode toward the door.

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