Chaos' Heir

Chapter 912: Arrangement



The day ended with nothing done. Khan had only laid the foundation for the following meetings and preparations, warning the parties he would eventually add to the mission. Needless to say, those organizations immediately started to move, but everything had to wait for the specifics to arrive.

Setting the specifics didn't take long. The Empire had long since established a stable footing on Baoway, and its embassy also had a human component. Khan only needed to give the order, and representatives gathered, hosting a meeting to outline every detail.

As long as those meetings could be, Khan's organization and the Empire had already gone through them with Baoway. The interspecies treaties were also set, so conclusive reports reached Khan's phone after a single morning.

Khan shared those reports with the interested parties, and visitors hit the various teleports that afternoon. Some were already on the planet, too, facilitating the planning of meetings. "The Montares and Virrai are mandatory," Monica commented, leaning on Khan's shoulder while looking at the wall's menus. The two were on the mattress, sorting through the interested parties to decide which meeting to address first.

"I should involve all the nobles," Khan sighed, his fingers tapping his phone and changing the wall's menus' arrangement. "How can three planets not be enough?"

"Each noble can cover a planet on their own, dear," Monica reminded. "Sadly, it's not just about rewarding them."

"I know," Khan nodded. He was vouching for those business partners, so eventual problems would affect his position within the Empire. Giving them pieces of land and quadrants was akin to exposing himself to ploys.

However, the issue was unavoidable. Khan couldn't ignore the nobles after investing so much time and Credits into the tournament. It was time to involve them, which complicated the final arrangements.

"Do you want to hear your amazing wife-to-be's opinion?" Monica teased.

"Please," Khan begged.

"Leave the heavy lifting to the nobles," Monica suggested. "They have better machines anyway. Let them clear the path before planting Luke and the others on the surface." "That would leave them no control over the resource production," Khan pointed out.

"They'd have financial control," Monica explained. "Stable earnings with no maintenance cost."

"Just the initial investment," Khan commented. "Do you think they'd accept these terms?" "That's how they usually act," Monica revealed. "Nobles rarely get their hands dirty and often rely on third parties to handle these businesses. It limits their exposure while ensuring stable money flow."

"And Luke and the others would accept because it would establish channels with other noble families," Khan considered. "The political value would compensate for the higher taxation."

"I could make a businessman out of you yet," Monica chuckled. "It's a pity you are so bad with this stuff."

"I'm not bad," Khan scoffed. "It's just boring."

"Sure, sure," Monica reassured, rubbing her cheek on Khan's shoulder.

"Selling it to the nobles is the only problem," Khan continued.

"I don't think they'll complain," Monica guessed. "It's almost free Credits, with improved relationships with you and the Empire on top of them. The problem is elsewhere."

"My family," Khan commented.

"Your family," Monica confirmed. "You can't keep them away anymore."

"I can't," Khan said, lying down and closing his bright eyes. He had reached the critical point, and satisfying everyone looked impossible.

"Do you want to hear your beautiful wife-to-be's opinion?" Monica asked, climbing on Khan's abdomen and leaning forward, taking his head into her hands.

"Please," Khan begged, opening his eyes to inspect his wise Fiancée's face.

"Give them Senerth," Monica declared.

"The whole planet?" Khan wondered.

"The whole planet," Monica confirmed. "It's a far greater deal than anything you'd offer the other parties, but you'd also need time to make it profitable. The others would have settled by then, further improving your position."

Senerth was a bigger prize than fragmented lands on Hililles and Vuter, making it more appealing. The offer would please Khan's family, and the specifics would benefit him in the long run.

Colonizing Senerth would take time, time the descendants and nobles would use to start the businesses on Hililles and Vuter. Khan's status would improve by leaps and bounds before anything could happen on Senerth, preventing political issues and ploys.

"It might work," Khan admitted. "You are kind of a genius at this."

"I'm glad my terrible childhood is useful to the man I love," Monica stated. "I couldn't have asked for a better outcome."

Khan reached for Monica's face, and she didn't hesitate to lower it, trapping him into a kiss. Khan obviously indulged her, but his brain rang the alarm when he felt familiar fingers quickly lowering his pants.

"Monica," Khan called, interrupting the kiss. "I have to leave in minutes."

"Just a quickie," Monica whispered, exposing Khan's groin in no time.

"When did we ever settle for a quickie?" Khan smiled, abandoning himself to the moment.

"Shut it," Monica ordered. "It's my reward."

"Wait," Khan voiced, recalling something as soon as a pleasant sensation rose into his brain. "Condoms."

"We did without yesterday, too," Monica pointed out, and Khan failed to come up with a

better reply.

It took more than a few minutes, but Khan eventually slipped out of Monica's passion, heading to the guests waiting for him. Luckily, everyone had gathered in the building already, occupying different rooms. He could decide who to address first, and the nobles sadly stood at the top of his list.

The nobles didn't want their meetings to happen together. Each demanded individual and private conversations, which Khan couldn't deny. Yet, he could choose their order, and securing allies was bound to facilitate the following negotiations.

The Montares family ended up being Khan's first choice. Rachel had become the closest to Khan among the representatives, so her support theoretically was the easiest to obtain. However, a different figure awaited Khan inside the appointed meeting room.

Khan expected a blonde, enchanting woman to greet him but found a black-haired middle- aged man instead. His phone had actually warned him about the switch, but the man's stern mood hinted at trouble.

"Greetings, Prince Khan," The man saluted, half-bowing. "I'm Andrew Montares. I'll

represent the Montares family today."

"Rachel couldn't come?" Khan wondered, pointing at the array of couches to start the

meeting.

"Recent developments forced the Montares family to reevaluate Princess Rachel's judgment," Prince Andrew stated. "I hope this isn't a problem."

That decision wasn't too surprising. Rachel had overplayed her hand during the auction, committing a huge mistake. Her family had to step in, replacing her to ensure unbiased

negotiations.

"It isn't," Khan reassured, filling two glasses and handing one to the Prince before sitting on different couches. "Besides, I've sworn to make Mister Parket worthy of the Montares

lineage."

"And how would you know what makes someone worthy of that?" Prince Andrew questioned, but his stern demeanor suddenly faltered. Something cold and violent had surrounded him, keeping his wide eyes glued to the blue light before him.

Khan calmly drank, occasionally ignoring Prince Andrew. The latter was a fifth-level warrior, but his enhanced senses only worked against him. He had read about Khan's unique aura, but those reports couldn't prepare him for the reality.

"Was that an insult to my family?" Khan asked. "Or my persona?"

As huge as Rachel's mistake was, Prince Andrew knew he had misspoken. Khan wasn't only an official Prince. He was a faction leader with immense power and reach. His status vastly outclassed Prince Andrew's, making him more than worthy of knowing how to handle noble

engagements.

"And let's not lie to ourselves," Khan continued, his casual tone not matching his aura at all. "If I weren't engaged, you would have thrown your Princesses at me."

Prince Andrew had to hold back a gulp. Khan wasn't only correct. Being in his presence highlighted his uniqueness. Khan looked utterly calm, but the meeting room seemed to have fallen prey to a storm. Violence and destruction were part of his very being as if he were a terrifying monster wearing human skin.

"I'll ignore the mistake," Khan eventually stated, retrieving his terrifying aura. "Princess Rachel earned your family that much."

Prince Andrew had to put aside his pride and smile, voicing honest words. "Thank you, Prince

Khan."

"It's fine," Khan said, waving his hand. "I'm young, bossy, and unruly. You don't have to like me. You only have to trust the benefits of our collaboration."

"Speaking of which," Prince Andrew announced, "I've received your message. We all did. Did

you negotiate with someone already?"

"I've chosen the Montares family for the first meeting," Khan revealed. "Again, Princess

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"I'll be sure to convey your generosity to the family," Prince Andrew stated. "I appreciate the preferential treatment, Prince Khan."

"I expect it to smoothen out our negotiations," Khan explained. "I have a basic idea of how to handle the Thilku Empire's mission, and your support would greatly help with the following

meetings."

"I see no reason to deny it," Prince Andrew responded, "Given acceptable terms." "The terms will be favorable," Khan reassured, "And I'll give you one priority choice given

our families' friendship."