CHAOS HEIR

Chapter 1115 Acting repertoire

Mister Ratré, Clifford, and the pilot stared at the mostly naked figure floating past the canopy. They weren't sure whether Prince Khan could see them, but something told them he did. Also, that detail didn't matter since Prince Khan had proven to be faster than their ship.

The pilot lowered his gaze, pretending to focus on the somewhat stable control panel. He had no voice in the matter, and the blue glow past the canopy terrified him. That sturdy glass did nothing to shield his instincts from the primordial fear Prince Khan had triggered.

As for Clifford and Mister Ratré, their reactions were similar but also starkly different. The former had already gotten a taste of Prince Khan's power, so hopelessness filled his mind. Escaping with the ship had been his crew's only option, but that was gone now.

Meanwhile, Mister Ratré saw his arrogance instantly crumble. He couldn't explain or make peace with that development, and his higher knowledge in mana-related fields worsened that blow. The scene made no sense, but he was at its center now.

Mister Ratré glanced at his alleged companions, only to find Clifford and the pilot avoiding his gaze. He had given all the orders, so that was his mess to handle. Yet, finding a scapegoat was still possible.

"Well, what are you waiting for?!" Mister Ratré suddenly shouted, wearing a façade of confidence while straightening his intact tracksuit, which was unusual for those environments. "Prince Khan is waiting. We must greet him!"

The pilot furtively glanced at Clifford, who nodded helplessly. Nothing much could be done at that point. He could only hope Prince Khan still was in his magnanimous mood, which didn't look likely at all from the scene past the canopy.

A whooshing noise spread through the ship as its side doors opened. Clean, natural air invaded the vehicle and forced the crew to adjust to its pressure. Clifford and Mister Ratré had it better than the other men, and the latter kept straightening his tracksuit while standing before the widening opening.

The open side doors pointed at Coravis' clear sky and calm sea below, but a figure soon disturbed their emptiness. Khan's figure peeked into that window into the planet, his legs moving as if walking on a solid surface.

Mister Ratré, Clifford, and the other crewmembers inside the cargo area inevitably tensed. Prince Khan's mere appearance had added an ethereal but suffocating weight to the world, and their lungs started to struggle to absorb the air lingering under their nostrils.

Khan ran his glowing eyes over the scene while his senses stretched past it, reaching various hidden corners. He had seen that ship and crew on Blue Moon colony, with the third-level warrior wearing an intact brown tracksuit being the only exception. That stranger had to be the Captain Hughie had mentioned, and his mana didn't give Khan a good initial impression.

A thudding noise resounded in the cargo area when Khan threw the fainted Hughie inside. The audience diverted their gazes for a fraction of a second, only to find Khan standing among them when they looked outside again. No one noticed his arrival, but he didn't seem to mind them.

Khan ran his eyes over both sides of the ship. It had been a while since he had seen such a shabby vehicle in such poor condition on top of that. However, that detail was of no consequence, so his glowing eyes soon fell on the third-level warrior.

"What is the White Mouse crew doing here?" Khan asked, his emotionless voice almost turning into deadly blades when it reached Mister Ratré's eardrums.

Truth be told, Mister Ratré didn't do much research into Khan prior to the trip. He had heard about some of his stories from the pirate crew, but his mind was made up as soon as he heard the word "Prince".

That came from a mixture of stupidity and arrogance, but there was some reason behind Mister Ratré's decision. Prince Khan had chosen to negotiate on friendly terms with people as lowly as Clifford, so Mister Ratré felt he would receive a higher degree of respect.

Nevertheless, that first face-to-face meeting shattered most of Mister Ratré's beliefs. He was no warrior but had received a relatively exceptional education, especially for those poor environments. Mister Ratré wouldn't dare to compare himself to a noble, but a single man in the fourth level had to have limits.

Yet, Prince Khan's existence seemed unaware of the meaning of that word. Mister Ratré felt incredibly small before him, and cold sweat accumulated on his back while under that glowing, piercing gaze. Something told him Prince Khan was no man. He was a boundless creature that his brain couldn't even start to comprehend.

Still, that wasn't Mister Ratré's first time dealing with more powerful individuals, both on the level and political side. He had never met anyone as big as Prince Khan, but his businessman's experience didn't shy away.

"Prince Khan," Mister Ratré announced, doing his utmost to sound confident, but his voice sounded quite timid. "It's an honor to be in your presence. I hope my men treated you with the respect you deserve."

"These are your men?" Khan questioned, his unwavering eyes causing more sweat to accumulate on Mister Ratré's back.

"Indeed, Prince Khan," Mister Ratré responded, clearing his throat and wearing the most honorable face in his repertoire. "I'm the White Mouse crew's sponsor. I loaned ships in exchange for certain services. You could say I'm the employer."

Khan glanced at Clifford, but the latter shrunk under his eyes' light. Still, Clifford's lowered head already worked as a reply, so Khan refocused on Mister Ratré.

"Ah! Forgive my rudeness, Prince Khan!" Mister Ratré exclaimed, starting to turn to scold the crew. "What are you standing still for?! Get some clothes for Prince Khan!"

Mister Ratré was about to turn completely when his body froze. He became unable to breathe, and sweat started flowing from every pore. In a few seconds, his forehead was full of cold drops, but he didn't blink even as they fell on his eyelashes.

Mister Ratré couldn't look at Khan from his position but knew he was the reason behind that terrifying development. His mouth tried to move, but his lips were as frozen as the rest of his body. The same went for his throat, which couldn't generate even the faintest sound.

"You will move when I tell you to move," Khan declared, his heavy voice almost making Mister Ratré faint. "I asked you a question and still haven't heard your answer."

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