“Enough.” Just a second before Kafka’s gaze, burning with feverish possessiveness, could swallow Lilith whole again, a voice cold enough to freeze the soul forcibly intervened in the eerie standoff between the two.
Herta moved.
She abruptly reached out and pulled Lilith—who was still maintaining her aloof persona while her heart was actually pounding wildly—completely behind her.
Her tall figure was like an insurmountable iceberg radiating the chill of absolute zero, arrogantly cutting off Kafka’s aggressive gaze.
The researchers at the party were so terrified by this undisguised killing intent that their breathing stalled, and they scrambled back, clearing a large vacuum zone.
‘Here it comes!
The main wife’s wrath!’ Lilith stumbled as Herta pulled her, her entire body practically pressed against Herta’s back, her nose filled with a cool, stardust-like fragrance.
She could clearly feel Herta’s hand clutching her wrist, trembling slightly from the force.
It wasn’t fear, but anger—a monstrous, out-of-control fury born from seeing her territory violated and her treasure coveted.
When Herta saw the fleeting hesitation on Kafka’s face, she felt no joy, only the highest level of alarm.
Silver Wolf’s intrusion was a technical provocation, like a child playing with fire.
But Kafka’s ‘Spirit Whisper’ was a direct challenge to ‘ownership.’ She wasn’t satisfied with just peeking; she wanted to ‘incite defection.’ She wanted to snatch this unique collection from Herta’s hands at the very root!
“Stellaron Hunters.” In Herta’s purple eyes, killing intent had almost solidified.
She stared at Kafka, every word sounding as if it were squeezed through her teeth.
“Stay away from my ‘research material’.” “Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind packaging the warp routes of that junk ship of yours and selling them to the Interstellar Peace Corporation’s Genius Society Liaison.” This was an extremely vicious and precise threat.
It not only proved that Herta had the ability to track the Stellaron Hunters’ movements, but more terrifyingly, it involved the ‘Genius Society Liaison.’ That group of madmen possessed a pathological research obsession with the Stellaron Hunters, especially Elio’s ‘script.’ Being entangled by them was more troublesome than being hunted by the entire Interstellar Peace Corporation fleet.
However, to everyone’s surprise, Kafka smiled even more charmingly after hearing this threat.
After a brief moment of distraction, she had completely adjusted her mindset.
The shock that little girl gave her hadn’t crushed her; instead, it had opened a brand new, even more exciting ‘script.’ She looked at Lilith, who was being shielded tightly by Herta, showing only half her head and peeking out with curious crimson eyes.
The interest in Kafka’s gaze had completely transformed into a burning, undisguised possessiveness.
“Ms.
Herta, why such a great anger?” She elegantly took another glass of wine from a passing waiter robot’s tray, as if nothing had happened.
Her gaze was full of provocation, piercing straight toward Herta.
“Such an interesting child is like an unpolished, perfect gem containing the secrets of the entire universe.” She swirled her wine glass, the scarlet liquid reflecting an eerie light under the lamps.
“You can’t…
‘raise’ her all by yourself if you keep her locked in a cage.” Raise?
Herta repeated the word, the curve of her lips becoming extremely dangerous.
This word was like a needle, precisely piercing the deepest part of her heart—a possessiveness she hadn’t even fully realized was shifting from ‘collector’ to ‘nurturer.’ A war over the ‘daughter’s’ belonging silently and officially began at this moment.
“Let’s go.” Herta didn’t say another word to Kafka.
In the face of absolute strength, any verbal dispute was meaningless.
All she had to do now was take her property back to an absolutely safe place and then add more ‘locks’.
The party ended on a sour note.
Herta said nothing, practically dragging Lilith by the wrist.
Ignoring the bewildered looks of all her subordinates, she left the Main Control Room in an almost brutal manner.
Back in that empty, cold, and silent private Laboratory.
The heavy metal door closed silently behind them, cutting off everything from the outside world.
Herta didn’t let go of Lilith as she usually did upon entering, allowing her to go roll around on the sofa.
She locked the door completely, then suddenly turned around and picked up the still-dazed Lilith by the waist.
‘Holy crap?!
A princess carry?!
No, this posture is more like carrying a sack of flour!’ Alarm bells rang in Lilith’s mind.
The feeling of being airborne made her instinctively want to struggle, but she was firmly restrained by Herta’s iron-like arms.
The next second, she was placed heavily onto that cold, metallic, giant Main Console.
Herta gave her no time to react.
She braced her hands on either side of Lilith’s body, leaning down and completely trapping her petite frame between herself and the cold console.
It was a classic ‘kabedon,’ except the wall had been replaced by the Main Console that carried the highest wisdom of the entire Space Station.
That face, hailed as the most beautiful in the universe, magnified infinitely before Lilith’s eyes.
It was so close that she could clearly count Herta’s long eyelashes and feel the cold, oppressive aura radiating from her due to her anger.
In those magnificent purple eyes, there was no longer the usual playful scrutiny, but a swirling nebula storm of paranoid possessiveness and a hint of lingering fear after having her bottom line touched.
‘I’m doomed, I’m doomed, I played too hard.
Now I’m going to be locked in an even smaller dark room!’ Lilith’s heart pounded wildly, but she tried to maintain a final trace of stubbornness on her face.
“Wh-what are you doing!
Let me go!” “From now on, you are not allowed to say a single word to that woman.” Herta ignored her protest entirely.
Her voice was hoarse and filled with an unquestionable pressure, every word like a brand intended to be seared deep into Lilith’s soul.
“Not a single word.” “Why?” Lilith instinctively retorted, her face full of the ‘what right do you have to control me’ tsundere attitude.
“Because the ‘Destiny’ they see is a fake script woven by Elio with lies and coincidences.” Herta gazed into Lilith’s eyes, her purple pupils reflecting the girl’s small, feigned-calm figure.
“And I,” she said word by word, “will show you the only ‘Truth’ that constructs this universe.” “Only by my side, only I can give you the real answers.
Not the clumsy performances of those marionettes.” Her voice carried the absolute confidence and arrogance of being Genius Society #83.
“Remember,” Herta’s voice suddenly dropped, that storm-like possessiveness turning into a bottomless vortex, “you are mine.” Having said that, she slowly lowered her head.
Lilith thought she was going to check the Collar again and instinctively shrank her neck.
But Herta’s target wasn’t the Collar.
A cold, slightly trembling kiss fell gently, yet with immense solemnity, onto Lilith’s smooth forehead.
It wasn’t a kiss full of lust, but more like an ancient ritual carrying a strong declaration of sovereignty.
Like stamping one’s own indelible mark onto a one-of-a-kind, rare treasure.
“None of them can take you away.” Herta looked up, gently stroking the spot she had just kissed with her fingertip, her voice as soft as a mumble, yet filled with an unquestionable resolve.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”