Chaos' Heir - Chapter 1078

Khan ignored the obvious meaning behind Mary's words and proceeded to handle his task.

Mary escorted Khan into an elevator, leading him to the storage area with the Nognes family's goods. The space station was small, but the two still had to cross a few relatively crowded corridors, and Khan inevitably stood out.

Nott Station only had human soldiers wearing the Global Army's uniforms. Meanwhile, Khan donned the Empire's clothes, and his eyes radiated their own light. His aura also followed him wherever he went, turning heads in his direction before he could even appear in sight.

The attention was especially tough on Mary. Khan had long since grown used to being in the spotlight, but the young woman also had to endure his oppressive presence during the walk. She would have loved to use that chance to build a decent relationship with such an important figure, but Khan felt unreachable.

Everything began and ended silently. Khan checked the private storage area and crossed every requested item from his mental list. The crew only had to load the goods onto his ship, and he would be good to go.

Still, Captain Lochport's absence forced Khan to let Mary escort him to his quarters. The woman waited outside while Khan studied the accommodation. He had seen and built far fancier flats, but complaining or refusing had never crossed his mind.

"This will do," Khan announced when reuniting with Mary at the quarters' entrance. "Notify me when Captain Lochport returns and is ready to meet me."

"As you wish, Prince Khan," Mary politely replied. "Are you sure Nott Station can't do anything else for you? We are ready to deal with every discomfort, no matter how small."

"Food and booze are what I want," Khan said. "Have them delivered here."

"It will be done, Prince Khan," Mary stated, performing a military salute and forcing herself to lift her head. She began to shake again when she met Khan's gaze, but he promptly closed the door, sealing the living quarters.

The metal door shielded Mary from Khan's breathtaking aura. She could finally heave away the air stuck in her lungs and relax. Her body felt weak, and her fingers still shook when she retrieved her phone to convey Khan's orders.

The meeting and that reaction were eye-openers. Mary obviously knew about Khan and even researched him after learning about his arrival. However, nothing could have prepared her for what had unfolded. Somehow, she struggled to believe the Global Army still classified Khan as a fourth-level warrior.

Meanwhile, Khan threw his cape and crown onto the vast mattress and even removed the upper part of his uniform. His scarred hands and forearms fell into his view, but he ignored them, heading for the bathroom.

It took a while, but the women in Khan's life had finally ingrained a proper sense of personal hygiene in him. He also had little to do on the ship, so he often took showers, especially after his rare naps.

Khan did the same in Captain Lochport's quarters, appreciating having an ampler room after so long, but a notification interrupted his already short shower. It seemed food and booze had arrived earlier than he expected.

'They really want to please me,' Khan thought, hurrying outside the bathroom to retrieve his trousers and crown. 'No wonder some Princes just fool around.'

Khan had been a Prince for a while but had also mostly interacted with fellow nobles. He had also lived on Baoway, surrounded by trusted allies and relatives. He was still a stranger to the one-sided and unquestioned services of people with lower statuses, so that privileged treatment came a bit as a surprise.

As for how Khan felt about it, he mostly found it hilarious. He had waged war on Global Army's territory not too long ago, but everything on Nott Station had become his as soon as he stepped on it. It was as if Brigadier General Meadrey or Khan's announcements and crimes had never existed.

Khan absentmindedly pondered the issue while opening the quarters' doors. He walked with his uniform open, so being bare-chested never crossed his thoughts. The same went for his wet hair, but the scene in the corridor snapped him out of his pensive state.

Khan had half-expected Mary to deliver a cart with what he had requested, and he had been partially correct. The cart was there, but two different women had pushed it to his room, and their smiles and mana pointed at obvious goals.

"Prince Khan," The first woman, a young first-level warrior with long red curls, exclaimed, bowing deeply toward Khan. "We delivered everything you have requested."

"Prince Khan," The second woman, a slightly older but equally beautiful third-level warrior with ebony skin and long black braids, called, performing a military salute while explicitly inspecting Khan's torso. "May we help you arrange the food inside?"

Clearly, people so far away from nobility expected Princes to desire that type of welcome. Maybe Captain Lochport also hoped to get something out of it, be it actual benefits or mere good impressions. That behavior was quite common in those environments, but Khan saw a different story altogether.

"We also helped Captain Lochport with most of his paperwork," The ebony woman continued. "If you wish, Prince Khan, you can question us about it. We'd be happy to share what we know."

'This would have never happened six months ago,' Khan thought. 'No one would have dared to offer this before. The Global Army must be catching up.'

Khan knew the news couldn't remain hidden for long. Nobles had their ways of suppressing information, but Khan was a rather public Prince. His planet also had countless spies, and Monica couldn't keep her departure to Neuria a secret.

Khan didn't know where Monica was now but believed more clues had appeared. Too many eyes were pointed at him and her, and too many theories filled the network. Someone must have understood the truth, leading to that situation.

Looking at the two women, part of Khan's brain couldn't help but echo the faint lust in their mana. After all, he had grown used to a very different lifestyle, and the body had its needs, which had only piled up in the months of constant travel.

Still, as alluring as the offer was, Khan couldn't lie to himself. His lust was real, but something stronger existed in his mind, suppressing that primitive urge as if it were nothing.

The corridor's surfaces suddenly screamed, tearing apart and opening on their own. Holes widened everywhere, and metal tiles bent and rose under the influence of a terrifying aura.

The artificial lights flashed non-stop, almost begging to break and finally go dark. In a second, the corridor had transformed, becoming a scenery on the verge of falling apart.

Only the two women didn't move among that general destruction. They wanted to, but a freezing pressure had enveloped them, preventing them from releasing the faintest yelp. The two could only watch and hold their breath as Khan reached for the cart, pulling it inside the room.

"Let this be an official announcement," Khan declared. "The next time anyone tries something like this, the space station blows up."

"Spread the news," Khan ordered, finally closing the quarters' door again, leaving the two women to the corridor's mess.