Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 126: Is he… dead?

Rory first pulled Vincent and Jasper to their feet.

"Stop kneeling. Let’s go take a look together."

After speaking, she turned to Yuel. "The people from the Snow Domain—does that mean Xarion has arrived? And why is Paros here again?"

He wasn’t here to cause trouble over last night, was he?

Yuel pressed his lips together when he thought of the Snow Domain delegation.

"They did bring Xarion."

Xarion was one of Rory’s matches––the one who neither dissolved their match nor replied to her messages. Now, he would finally show up. As for whether he was alive or dead... That was honestly hard to say.

"As for Paros..." Yuel’s expression turned a little strange. "Paros said he offended you last night. He came today to apologize."

"Apologize to me?" Rory clearly didn’t believe it.

Thinking of how badly Paros had been tossed around last night, she figured it would already be merciful if he didn’t come looking for trouble.

Apologize?

With Paros’s domineering personality, apologizing to someone else?

That sounded more like a pretext. Causing trouble seemed far more likely.

"I asked him," Yuel said, shaking his head. "He wouldn’t explain."

Not only did he refuse to explain—his expression had been oddly complicated.

Even Yuel couldn’t quite read his intentions.

"Rory, don’t worry about Paros," Vincent said solemnly. "As long as I’m here, I won’t give him any chance to hurt you. And I swear—I’ll never drink again. I’m truly sorry about last night."

Last night, he really had been unforgivable. Not only had he lost control, he’d failed to protect Rory.

Jasper immediately added, "Rory, I swear I’ll never touch alcohol again either."

That stuff was terrifying.

If Yuel hadn’t given him and Vincent a leaf this morning, neither of them would even remember what they’d done last night.

Just thinking about his drunken stupidity made Jasper want to dig a hole and hide forever.

And Yuel was clearly evil—Jasper strongly suspected Yuel had deliberately given them his leaf so they’d remember everything they’d done.

Drunken antics were common enough.

As long as nothing major happened, it was usually fine.

Rory didn’t blame them. "Last night is over. Let’s not bring it up again."

Drunken rampages weren’t scary—what was scary was someone helping you remember them the next day.

Rory was very considerate and didn’t help them relive it. She only said, "And I won’t let any of you drink alcohol again."

Then she added thoughtfully, "Though, Jasper, the way you turned into a little snake and wriggled outside was pretty cute. And Vincent—you looked adorable as a chubby little bird. Those fire-red feathers were really beautiful."

Jasper: "..."

Vincent: "..."

Didn’t she just say she wouldn’t bring it up?

Meanwhile, in the front hall, Ethan Gabriel looked at the Snow Domain people standing nearby, his face sagging with undisguised disdain.

Bad luck.

Utterly cursed luck.

He really should have checked the star calendar before leaving today—running into this bunch of lunatics from the Snow Domain was more than simply unfortunate.

Uniform white hair, white clothes, white trousers, white boots—that alone was bad enough.

But who went out carrying an ice crystal coffin, followed by dozens of black chests?

They looked like they were attending a funeral.

And the worst part?

They dared to come to a female’s home dressed like this, without any fear of being seen as inauspicious.

The moment Rory arrived with Vincent, Jasper, and Yuel, her gaze was immediately drawn to the crystal coffin placed in the center of the hall.

Outside, on the white jade paving stones, more than twenty black chests were neatly arranged.

Two rows of people in white stood perfectly straight. With that sea of white hair, if someone added a soul-guiding banner, they’d look ready to bury someone.

Beside the ice crystal coffin knelt an elderly man with white hair, white beard, and white brows, leaning over it and muttering something.

His expression was so despairing that it looked like he was mourning the dead.

Rory slowed her steps as she entered, confusion filling her heart.

Had her matched partner, Xarion... died?

Was the Snow Domain really delivering his corpse to her to prove that even in death, Xarion could only belong to her?

Rory’s attention was completely fixed on the crystal coffin. She didn’t notice Paros sitting in the hall at all.

From the moment Rory appeared, Paros’s gaze had practically glued itself to her. He didn’t look away for even a second.

As he watched her, scenes from last night—when his mind had been muddled—surfaced uncontrollably.

He’d gone to find Rory to apologize, only to find her busy searching for Vincent and Jasper.

He waited alone in the living room. The moment he stepped inside, he smelled a very special fragrance.

It was intoxicating. He knew it was wrong to drink something of Rory’s without permission.

But it was too tempting. So tempting, he couldn’t resist.

He endured. And endured.

Rory didn’t come back.

In the end, he couldn’t hold out anymore and took a sip.

That single sip—Paros couldn’t even describe the sensation.

Then another sip followed.

And another.

Eventually, he seemed to fall asleep.

His mind wouldn’t clear. In his haze, he saw Rory. She seemed angry—angry that he’d drunk her things. She seemed to be punishing him, hitting him several times. It hurt a little. It tickled a little.

She might have bitten his tail.

Instinctively, he raised his hand to stop her—and grabbed something unexpectedly soft.

Softer even than the feeling of his dragon tail wrapped around her waist.

It felt like— 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Then Rory seemed even angrier.

She bit his face. She even yanked out one of his dragon whiskers.

At the end, she might have kicked him a few times.

He’d woken up this morning.

Ethan told him he’d passed out at Rory’s place and that she’d had someone send him back.

Thinking of it now, Paros felt deeply annoyed with himself.

He’d gone to apologize, and instead of apologizing, he’d stolen her drink and even offended her further.

At that moment, Rory’s voice snapped him back to reality.

"So... is this Xarion?"

Paros watched as Rory approached with Vincent and her other partners. He straightened up unconsciously.

But Rory didn’t acknowledge him at all. She didn’t even spare him a glance.

Her curious eyes were fixed on the half-dead, barely-awake wolf in the crystal coffin.

Those lively eyes were filled with confusion, puzzlement, and curiosity.

She seemed to have completely forgotten about last night—her entire attention stolen by that half-dead wolf.

Paros felt an inexplicable discomfort rise in his chest. What was so interesting about that wolf?

Always half-dead, sharp-tongued, capable of choking a beast with a single sentence.

The lid of the ice crystal coffin had already been opened.

Rory stepped closer and studied the man inside. The sharp edges of the crystal refracted cold light, making the pale figure within appear even more pristine and distant.

The man lay inside wearing a snow-colored robe, the fabric falling like mist and clouds. Subtle silver patterns were embroidered along the edges, barely visible, shimmering faintly in the light—like moonlight woven into cloth.

Most striking was his hair.

It wasn’t ordinary white, but like fresh snow on early spring branches—unmelted, glossy, faintly luminous.

A few strands fell across his forehead, brushing his well-shaped brow bones, while the rest spread beneath him in the coffin, intertwining with his white robes.

It was like a deliberate blank left in an ink-wash painting—clean, restrained, and coldly beautiful.

Rory withdrew her gaze and looked at the white-haired old man kneeling beside the coffin.

"Is he... dead?"