Free Web NovelChapter 19: Chapter 19 Blockade and Blooms
Elara’s POV
I glanced down at my stomach—fine, I was starving.
Checking the time shocked me—well past morning already. I dropped the hoe fast and bolted from the greenhouse, but not before using my wood ability to weave vines across the entrance. This place would be my second hideout from now on.
The butler bot had everything prepped when I reached the kitchen—ingredients measured and waiting for me to start.
I pulled my hair back and grabbed my apron. Still just mushrooms for vegetables, and the meat options looked pathetically thin...
"We’re running low on everything—didn’t you request more supplies?"
The nearly bare pantry made me ask.
"Supply request submitted but rejected. No reason given."
What the hell?
I clicked my tongue. Maybe Thorne was right—we’d been written off as worthless, so they were cutting our lifeline.
Anger flared and I slammed down the spatula.
After I’d publicly ditched those three losers and then humiliated them in front of everyone, Beatrix wouldn’t just take it lying down. freewebnσvel.cøm
What I didn’t realize—being new to this world—was that the Valerion Empire had only one Sterling family. Centuries-old powerhouse with serious clout, even among royalty.
The original me got banished for being powerless. But Beatrix? Total opposite.
As a Sterling cousin and S-class male, her resources made the original’s life look like scraps.
So the moment Beatrix learned I’d boarded a ship to the Voidferal Feral Territory, she used her influence to quietly strangle our supply chain.
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"My lady, cutting their supplies like this—what will the royals think?"
Everyone knew the Voidferal Feral Territory facility wasn’t just housing broken generals—two princes lived there too. Screwing with them could blow back hard.
Beatrix raised her leg, and Thorne dove to massage it with that sickening smile.
"What’s to fear? I’m S-class female. One missed supply drop—the station only visits at long intervals anyway. Let them figure it out."
She waved over another beast husband. "Your people run logistics. Handle it."
Vance bowed slightly, a cruel smirk ghosting his lips. Beatrix’s scheme served him perfectly. That worthless female publicly dumping them had made all three a laughingstock lately.
Thorne, Vance, and Jasper—same clan males. Only A-class psychics, but their Purifier status gave them empire-level standing.
Sure, purification couldn’t match pollution rates, but Purifiers still mattered in Valerion.
Getting publicly tossed by some powerless female trash? Pure humiliation.
With supplies cut, he wanted to watch that bitch and those psychic-broken freaks try to survive.
Turns out twisted minds think alike. Beatrix ordered an extended cutoff, but when Vance took over, he yanked the interstellar mobile station too. No food deliveries and no way to buy nutrient fluid through the station.
"Elara, you played too hard to get. I’m waiting for you to crawl back like a dog, begging."
Vance’s thoughts turned vicious.
Too bad his scheme crashed. Elara had ditched cooking and headed to her greenhouse, now happily chomping tomatoes.
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Elara’s POV
After a satisfied burp, I grabbed a basket of tomatoes and headed back to the kitchen. Mushrooms every damn day—I’d sprout gills soon.
Today’s lunch menu: tomato beef soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cheese-baked tomatoes, honey-glazed ribs, steamed rice, fresh lemonade, and a soft pink rose bouquet. The flowers bloomed so beautifully—leaving them felt wasteful.
Finnian had given me such an expensive gift; these flowers were my thank-you. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
I’d been diving into research about this world lately. Over recent days, I’d learned plenty—including details about that little aircraft Finnian gave me. I still remembered my shock when I looked up the price tag.
Holy shit. So many zeros.
Compared to that, my return gift seemed pathetic.
After understanding the market, I realized I hadn’t been totally ripped off. Sure, the credits sounded steep, but they barely covered this bouquet.
Actually, maybe no ripoff at all. More like cultivable land was so rare that flowers became luxury items.
Didn’t the Valerion Empire have Purifiers? With so many of them, they couldn’t even purify one acre for flowers? Useless bastards.
Achoo!!!
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Meanwhile, somewhere else, three lumps sneezed simultaneously—especially Thorne, whose explosive sneeze sprayed Beatrix’s face, earning him a swift boot off the bed.
