Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185 Welcome To The Stillstar Galaxy

Timothy nodded. His eyes were still fixed on the spot where the starship had vanished, but his soft, obedient look had hardened into something sharp and fierce.

Inside the starship, Margaret leaned back in the plush leather seat, eyes closed as she rested.

Tyrone walked over with two glasses of red wine, handed one to Cheiron, and sat down across from Margaret.

“Got any specific orders for us next, Ms. Greene?” Tyrone crossed his legs, relaxed and casual.

Margaret opened her eyes, took the glass of warm water Cheiron handed her, and took a sip.

“Head back to your base,” Margaret said. “Greven’s dead, but all the research for that gene fusion experiment has to still be out there. There’s a whole network of people profiting off this behind him. I want your black market intel network running at full capacity. Dig up every last part of that chain.”

Tyrone lifted his glass in a silent toast from across the table. “As you wish.”

The starry expanse stretched out endlessly around them. Things hadn’t played out the way she’d planned, but she’d flipped the whole board over entirely-and now she was the one calling the shots.

The starship settled into steady cruise. Outside the viewport, starlight stretched into long, thin streaks.

Margaret leaned back on the lounge sofa, swiping through the screen on her Holo-bracelet.

Timothy had moved fast, and the PR campaign was going perfectly. In just a few hours, Greven’s confession video and the list of live test subjects had taken over every top headline on Starnet.

Margaret’s voice had been altered in the video, and the footage had been carefully framed to never show her face.

But people online weren’t stupid. Anyone with half a brath across the galaxy could connect the dots. The banquet guest list, the SSS-class woman, Greven’s last frantic threats-everyone knew who was off-camera, the one who’d sliced the Empire’s first heir to pieces.

The comment sections were already blowing up. The top comment had over ten million likes.

[Live experimentation? Feeding retired officers to insectoids? Scum like that deserves to die a thousand times over! Good riddance! This hero deserves all the praise!]

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Hundreds of replies agreed, all ripping into Greven for being a monster.

But scroll down further, and the tone started to shift.

[Greven’s guilty, but since when does a random civilian get to be judge, jury, and executioner?]

[That was brutal, Cutting someone alive into pieces? Is that even a female? She’s a cold-blooded killer!] [The Empire has laws! It has courts! What gives her the right to take justice into her own hands? If she can

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kill the heir today, she will kill anyone who gets in her way tomorrow!]

[They should put out a galaxy-wide warrant for this woman! She’s too dangerous!]

Cheiron glanced at the comments on the screen and pushed up his glasses.

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“The Empire’s troll farms are already at it.” He pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. “Lesley might be bedridden and unable to order, but there’s a huge group of nobles with stakes in Greven’s agenda.”

Margaret took another sip of her water. “Figured as much.”

“They’re muddying the waters.” Cheiron’s tone was calm as he laid out the situation objectively. “If they can shift the public focus from ‘Greven ran illegal live experiments’ to ‘you’re violent, and you broke Empire law, they can turn the whole narrative on its head. You go from being the one who delivered justice to the villain. Then the Imperial Household can act like the victims, put out a warrant for your arrest, and save whatever little pride they have left.”

Margaret set down her glass and leaned back into the sofa cushions. She wasn’t even angry.

“A court trial?” she scoffed. “By the time the Empire’s slow-ass court system gets through all the paperwork, I’d be long dead. In that situation? I never would’ve gotten out alive if I hadn’t taken him out first.”

She felt for the test subjects Greven had tortured beyond recognition-that was why she’d leaked the list, to give them some kind of justice. But at the end of the day, she’d killed Greven to save her own skin.

As for all the self-righteous takes online? She couldn’t be bothered to read a single word of them.

“None of those people have ever been locked in a lab, waiting to have their spiritual power drained dry.” Margaret leaned back further, getting comfortable. “It’s easy to talk tough when you’re not the one in danger. This PR noise? It’s not gonna rattle me in the slightest.”

Tyrone wandered out of the cockpit carrying a plate of cut fruit, just in time to hear her say that.

He’d changed into loose casual clothes, his hair tied back messily, and there was a lazy glint in his green

eyes.

Tyrone smiled, “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Ms. Greene. Most people are clueless-they’ll believe whatever they’re told. Once we’re on our turf, you’ll have all the peace and quiet you want. That Empire warrant won’t even come close to reaching you.”

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