The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era [BL]

WULFRIC glanced at Aster and asked tentatively, "Your mother, would she really... poison me?"

Astrid glanced at Wulfric and noticed his intensely serious expression. Quiet amusement welled up inside him. Though his words had been in jest, the fact that Wulfric took them so earnestly was both amusing and strangely endearing. It made Astrid want to tease him even more.

So, keeping his expression serious, Astrid pretended to thoughtfully consider Wulfric's question. "We have this honorary uncle who's quite skilled at making poisons. We've got a whole stash of his homemade concoctions at home. In fact, the drug we used to knock you out when we first met was one of his creations.

If my mom ever decided you weren't good enough for me, she could easily use one of those poisons on you."

Wulfric subconsciously gulped. Aster's words confirmed his suspicion that he had indeed been drugged back then. The doctor on his ship hadn't been able to find any trace of it, leaving the mystery unsolved until now. He recalled how one moment he was at the Townsend's home, and the next, he woke up aboard the Beowulf. Despite his physique, he hadn't detected the drug, likely slipped into his drink.

The thought that he could be served another drink laced with something far more deadly—one that wouldn't just make him sleep but end his life—sent a chill down his spine, raising goosebumps.

"What do you think I should do?" he asked, his tone steady but with a hint of unease, as if trying to mask his growing concern.

Astrid pretended to give the question some serious thought. "Hmm... maybe if you drop to your knees the moment you see them, it might just change their impression of you?"

"Would it, really?" Wulfric asked earnestly, his eyes wide with genuine curiosity, as if he truly believed Astrid's suggestion might work.

Seeing Wulfric's earnestness, Astrid couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. With a helpless smile, he gently pinched Wulfric's cheek. "No, silly. I was just teasing you. Although my parents don't have the best opinion of you, they wouldn't resort to violence. At least, not initially.

So, how they would act next will all depend on you. Surely, you won't go there just to antagonize my parents, right?"

Wulfric barely registered that Aster had been teasing him, too focused on the last part of what he said. While he genuinely had no intention of antagonizing Aster's parents, he couldn't shake the worry that he might accidentally say or do something that would only worsen their opinion of him. After all, he often acted or spoke before his brain could catch up and tell him to stop.

Maybe he should ask Hildred to stop him whenever he was about to say or do something that could potentially lowered Aster's parents' opinion of him. Although he wasn't sure if that guy would even do that properly. But what choice did Wulfric have? Slade was just as bad as him at reading social cues like that. And Edmund, well, it's Edmund. At the end, Hildred was his only choice.

He sighed, exhaustion evident, but his gaze soon hardened with determination. There was no point in worrying now. He just needed to do his best and hope that his sincerity would win them over.

Hopefully, right?

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After passing through another space warp, the spaceship finally arrived in the Palioxis Galaxy. With their destination close, everyone had gathered in the cockpit. And each one of them had different thoughts at the moment.

Reas was eager to return home and see his parents after months away. In contrast, his twin brother was anxious about how their parents would react to seeing Wulfric.

The Grimaldis, with the exception of Nicol, were also filled with concerns.

Casey was excited to reunite with his sister after so long, but he couldn't help but worry that the years might have changed them completely, and that they might not be able to recover the closeness they once had. Thomas, on the other hand, was focused solely on asking for his sister's forgiveness. He knew there was a chance she might not forgive him, but that didn't matter.

What mattered most was that he finally had the chance to apologize for all the wrongs he had done to her.

Anthony's thoughts mirrored those of his eldest son. He, too, sought forgiveness from his daughter, but he knew that, unlike Thomas, his chances of being forgiven were nearly zero. No excuse could ever justify what he had done to Emmaline. So, he was already preparing himself for the likelihood that he might never be forgiven.

No matter what the outcome, he was ready to accept it. He had decided he would never again try to force his daughter into anything against her will, even if that meant she would never forgive him—which he knew he deserved after everything he had done. He just had to live with that. Just like the sinner that he was.

"Ahem. Everyone, we'll now enter Delryria's atmosphere. Please make sure your seatbelt is on," Hildred's voice echoed in the cockpit, acting once again like some spaceport announcer.

The hum of the ship intensified as it began its descent. Outside the windows, the distant stars blurred, giving way to the soft, vibrant colors of Delryria's sky. As they approached the planet, the deep indigo of space transitioned into a gradient of pale pinks and oranges, signaling the early morning. Experience tales at m v|l e'-NovelBin.net

The sky slowly brightened, with streaks of golden light piercing through the clouds as the sun began to rise. The ship shuddered slightly as it broke through the atmosphere, and the pilot's voice came through once more.

Hildred's voice echoed once again.

"We're on our final approach. Welcome to Delryria."

Astrid gazed out at the breathtaking morning sky, captivated by the blend of colors that seemed to greet them. It was as if the planet itself was rolling out a warm welcome at their arrival.

With everyone having different thoughts and feelings, they finally arrived at Delryria.