Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 The Fallen Heir

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Guerrero’s mind was reeling, but his face betrayed nothing. He answered at once. “No, General Hewitt. The Schofields did send someone to invite Mrs. Hewitt, but she declined.”

Cristian’s expression didn’t change. “Then, where is she living?”

Guerrero straightened like a rod. “I’ll find out immediately, General Hewitt!”

Centria Planet.

The Second Military Command headquarters towered against the skyline, cold metal gleaming, reflecting the star–ranked insignias of officers moving through its halls.

This was one of the kingdom’s five pillars of power, and the arena where countless soldiers fought and bled for their futures.

The Salazars, a venerable house built on military merit, had roots here that ran deep.

Orion Salazar–once the pride of his family–now sat like forgotten scrap metal in the back row of a briefing room, half–lost in shadow.

His crisp dark–green lieutenant’s uniform seemed to absorb the gloom of the corner.

Up front, a projection screen displayed the highlights of a successful border–clearing operation. The presenter was his half–brother, Major Emery Salazar.

“In summary, this operation successfully destroyed three minor Swarmborn hatchery nests. Our casualties were within acceptable parameters.” Emery’s voice rang clear and confident. His posture was impeccable. The major’s insignia on his shoulders caught the light.

He was only 22 years old. A–level mental power, a string of impressive field commands–he’d quickly become the family’s new golden child.

‘Excellent work. Major Emery is awarded a second–class merit.” Lieutenant General Leonard Salazar- Orion’s father and Deputy Chief of Military Logistics–delivered the commendation from the head of the table, his tone flat but carrying a thread of unmistakable approval.

Officers around the room, whether Salazar allies or otherwise, turned their gazes toward Emery. Admiration. Envy.

“Like father, like son!”

“Major Emery is truly a rising star!”

“What a shame about young Orion. S–level talent, once upon a time. If not for that mission… well.”

That last sigh was barely audible. It landed like a knife in Orion’s chest.

He’d been the most brilliant heir the Salazars had ever produced. S–level mental power at a young age. A

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Then, three years ago, a mission went wrong. His mental core took catastrophic damage. His grade collapsed to B–level. Overnight, he went from golden son to family castoff.

His mother had died young. His father wasted no time pinning all his hopes on the son of his second wife.

“Orion, briefing’s over. Why are you still sitting here?” Emery strolled over with a few officers in tow, wearing the standard military smile–polished on the surface, superiority bleeding through underneath. “I heard you’re in the archives doing battle history compilation, and you can’t even hold basic mental focus steady? That’s not acceptable. You used to be S–level. Even now… try not to embarrass the family.”

The officers behind him exchanged glances. None spoke.

Orion looked up, meeting his brother’s gaze. “Don’t trouble yourself.”

“How could I not? You’re my brother.” Emery leaned closer, dropping his voice. “Father’s already signed the transfer orders. Next month, I’ll be reassigned to the Stardust Special Operations unit as deputy commander. As for you… I hear you’re being posted to a Watchtower base out in the border sector to oversee scrapping old gear. I hear the environment’s harsh–radiation’s over the limit. Take care, Orion. Someone still has to ‘take care‘ of the Salazars‘ leftovers.”

Exile in everything but name. Shipped off to the most grueling, most forgotten posting. Permanently sidelined.

Orion’s heart sank. His fingertips went cold.

He’d known it was coming. He just hadn’t expected it to be this final.

He rose in silence, left the room, and returned to the cramped quarters assigned to him by the military.

His old aide, Humus Reagen–once a soldier under his mother’s command–looked at his ashen face and let out a quiet sigh. He placed an unremarkable paper bag on the desk. “Mr. Orion, I picked these up today at Mercury Plaza. Someone ate her potatoes and their Mental Power Damage Assessment dropped by 1%. Maybe you… should give it a shot?”

Orion opened the bag. Inside were a few unimpressive potatoes.

From a stall at Mercury Plaza?

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