Elara’s POV
Chapter 74: Finnian Hated Sweet Things
After exploring Glimraven Port, I made my way to the spacecraft repair district. My vessel still bore scars from that insectoid crash, and my fuel reserves were running dangerously low.
The transport pod whisked up to the 80th level of the outer rim, where I found myself awestruck once more by the panoramic view.
A vast stellar ocean unfolded before . From this vantage point, I could observe Glimraven Port’s other hemisphere—this artificial world, resembling a massive floating disc suspended in space. Even on my second encounter, the spectacle left breathless.
Could this really be humanity’s technological destiny?
I craned my neck as the pod docked at an elite repair facility. An elderly gentleman called Quentin Wright welcod . Upon noticing I was a woman, he escorted into an exclusive VIP suite. "Welco, distinguished lady. What service can I provide today?"
"My vessel sustained damage," I explained. "I need comprehensive repairs, a thorough diagnostic, and fuel replenishnt."
Quentin bobbed his head and rapidly scribbled my requirents. "Please make yourself comfortable here, miss. Just send your ship’s coordinates, and I’ll dispatch soone to collect it imdiately..."
"Don’t bother with that," I said. "Just press this button."
Quentin’s face went rigid.
A ring? Featuring a fox-shaped diamond?
This was...
Outsiders assud this was rely an exclusive noble ornant, but he recognized its genuine significance.
He studied on the couch, and his already-courteous manner beca even more servile. "Please remain here, esteed lady. I’ll personally examine your vessel at once."
Quentin stepped forward respectfully and accepted the ring from my palm.
The mont Quentin departed, refreshnts and beverages appeared. A towering eight-tier confection display dominated the table. I even spotted those ultra-premium seafood delicacies from earlier transford into pastries.
Truffle tartlets covered the serving tray, alongside adorable bear-shaped jam confections. I pierced one with a tiny fork—the taste matched its appearance perfectly.
Was this the lifestyle of wealthy socialites?
Count in.
I ssaged Petalprovidence: "This tastes incredible."
Tranquiltide responded: "Enjoying it?"
I typed back: "Absolutely." I attached an image of a duck waddling while contentedly munching.
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Finnian’s POV
I grinned at my display. I reclined on the couch, long legs folded, and preserved the image with a gentle finger swipe.
It was afternoon.
I then commanded: "Arrange daily delivery to the Voidferal Feral Territory starting now."
On Frostpeak World, Rory Fletcher was perplexed. He responded: "Mr. Foxglove, you... You’ve restored communications?"
His pulse quickened, fingers trembling. Rory pinched himself forcefully.
No doubt about it.
I typed: "Correct. Keep this confidential for the mont."
Rory answered: "Acknowledged."
Rory served as my personal security chief and aide—my most reliable companion since youth, an S-grade red fox beastman with unwavering devotion.
Despite his joy, Rory frowned in bewildernt because I despised sugary treats.
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Elara’s POV
While I indulged in snacks within the VIP suite, Quentin had gone to examine my spacecraft. When he returned so ti later, his expression seed different—more excited, almost nervous.
I had just consud another bite of truffle tart when Quentin returned.
"Finished already?" I rose, slightly disappointed I hadn’t sampled more from the tower.
"Honored lady, the vessel is still undergoing repairs. I ca to ask you sothing." Quentin fidgeted nervously with his hands.
I smiled inwardly—I already anticipated this conversation.
He’d discovered the items in my ship. And I’d actually intended to locate soone for business discussions anyway.
Perfect. I can bypass the complications.
"No need for formality. Speak openly." I settled back down and took another bite of tart.
It was afternoon.
Quentin bead: "Then I’ll be straightforward."
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