The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 34

The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 34 Fate

Zachary stepped forward at the right moment, working perfectly with Hannah. “Eliza,” he said in a heavy tone, “Hannah truly cares about you. General Hewitt’s status is very special. His family isn’t one that an ordinary person like you can easily fit into. We just don’t want you to suffer in the future.

He carefully used the word “we,” putting himself and Hannah on the same side as Elizabeth. His voice sounded sincere, like he was really thinking about her.

Elizabeth sneered in her heart as she looked at the perfectly matched pair. But on her face, she showed a smile even brighter and more ‘sincere” than Hannah’s.

“Hannah, Zachary, you’re overthinking this!”

Her voice was clear and full of real excitement. “I’m very happy to marry General Hewitt. Why would I do something foolish? General Hewitt is brave and powerful. He has great achievements in battle. He’s a hero to everyone in the Kingdom! Being his wife is my honor!”

Then she turned to Zachary. Her tone became even more earnest. “Zachary, I know you mean well. But I want to say something honestly. I hope you don’t mind. General Hewitt is young and talented. His strength is unmatched. He’s the youngest SSS–level fighter in the Kingdom! He protects our borders. He’s a true hero! Compared to him…”

She paused on purpose. Then she continued in a voice that sounded innocent but cruel. “I used to be foolish. I had no vision. Now I finally understand what kind of man is truly worth looking up to. To marry a man like General Hewitt, I only feel grateful and excited. How could I feel wronged?”

Her words were like sharp knives. They stabbed right into the most painful spots in Hannah and Zachary’s hearts.

Elizabeth not only accepted the marriage completely, she looked happy about it. She even lowered Zachary openly, hinting that he was nothing compared to Cristian.

Hannah’s gentle smile froze instantly. Her nails dug deep into her palms.

What she couldn’t stand most was this–Elizabeth dared to look down on Zachary, the man Hannah had worked so hard to win. And now she was turning toward Cristian, someone Hannah could never even dream of reaching.

It felt like the greatest humiliation. But Hannah couldn’t lose control in public. She forced a smile, though her voice trembled. “Eliza… Do you really think that way? But the gap between you two…”

“Gap?” Elizabeth cut her off. Her smile became even brighter. She even raised her voice slightly so everyone could hear. “The Kingdom Genetic Registry confirmed we’re a perfect match. Our compatiblary rate is 99.9999%! That means General Hewitt and I are the perfect partners. Even the Kingdom says we’re meant to be! So, what gap could be bigger than fate itself? Don’t you agree, Hannah?”

Hannah’s face turned pale. She was furious. She almost couldn’t keep up with her gentle expression

anymore.

Her lips moved, but no words came out.

12:30 am

Chapter 34 Fate

Frished

Zachary’s face was dark green with anger. Elizabeth’s words were like poisonous thorns stabbing into his

heart.

His old confidence–that Elizabeth still had feelings for him–was completely gone. All that was left was shame and anger.

Elizabeth watched their changing expressions and decided it was enough. She turned gracefully to the security guard and smiled. “Please lead the way. We shouldn’t keep General Hewitt waiting too long.”

After saying that, she ignored the jealous stares behind her and calmly walked into the First Marriage Registration Hall.

The heavy carved doors slowly closed behind her, blocking out the noise and the judging eyes outside.

Inside, the hall was wide and bright. The polished floor reflected the beautiful lights on the high ceiling. But it was very quiet. Only a few staff members stood by, waiting. The atmosphere felt serious, almost heavy.

Before Elizabeth could take in the whole place, a side door opened. A young officer in a neat military uniform walked out quickly. He looked young. He even had a bit of a baby face. But his posture was straight and his expression serious. He stopped right in front of her.

Elizabeth thought he was Cristian. Although she felt this so–called “War God” looked a bit too young, she still spoke first out of politeness. “You’re Cristian, right? Sorry, I was delayed on the way and arrived a little late. Should we go complete the registration now?”

The young officer’s lips twitched slightly. Then he straightened and gave a perfect military salute. His voice was clear but cold. “Ms. Schofield, hello. I am General Hewitt’s adjutant, Lieutenant Elmer Guerrero. Due to an emergency at the front lines, the General left a few minutes ago.”

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