Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 138: The outing

Rory decided she truly had no energy left to deal with him.

She went into the dressing room, changed into a fresh set of clothes, washed up, and headed downstairs in search of something to eat.

Seeing her leave, Xarion finally pushed himself up from the floor. He swayed slightly as he followed behind her, looking as though even walking required effort.

When Rory turned toward the kitchen, he spoke in his usual faint, drifting tone.

"Female Master, Vincent said before he left that he prepared breakfast for you."

"I know. Do you want some, too?" she asked casually.

Xarion shook his head. "I’ve already eaten."

In fact, breakfast had been made by him and Vincent together.

The previous night, Vincent had laid down the rules clearly: if Xarion intended to remain in this household, he would share responsibility for everything in it.

The chefs hired from outside could not reproduce the flavors the Female Master liked. That meant they would have to cook themselves.

Vincent could not always spare the time, so eventually everyone would need to learn.

Rory finished breakfast and went to the storage vault to select a birthday gift for the Empress of the Firebird Clan.

After that, she ordered a large quantity of ingredients through her communicator.

She wanted to bake a birthday cake for the Empress—but her skills were far from perfect. She planned to practice first.

If it turned out well, she would present it proudly. If not... she would quietly abandon the idea.

She settled onto the sofa in the living room, scrolling through supplies and tools on her device while Xarion lay nearby, so motionless he might as well have been a decorative corpse.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from outside.

"Female Master... Female Master, I’m back!"

The next instant, Nix rushed in.

"Female Master, I missed you so much!"

He threw himself at her, wrapping her in a tight embrace and burying his face against her shoulder, inhaling deeply and greedily, as though committing her scent to memory.

"Did you miss me?"

"I did. Very much." Rory gently extricated herself from his arms.

He clearly hadn’t bathed in days. There was a faint sourness clinging to him. His clothes were torn in several places, his hair a tangled mess, and his glasses sat crooked on his nose.

"Nix, you must have rushed back without eating. I’ll make you something. Go shower and change first."

Her heart tightened at the sight of him.

Not only were his clothes in disrepair—he had visibly lost weight in just a few days.

"I’ll go right now!"

His eyes shone with emotion at her concern. "Female Master, you don’t have to cook. A nutrient drink is enough."

The fact that she cared was already more than enough for him. How could he let her trouble herself further?

"It’s fine. I’ll make something simple. It won’t take long." She truly felt sorry for him.

Of all of them, Nix was the most straightforward—like a stray kitten who had learned to be grateful for the smallest kindness.

"You’re too good to me, Female Master." He almost reached out to hug her again, then caught sight of his own disheveled state and quickly pulled his hands back.

His gaze drifted to Xarion lying on the sofa. "Female Master, who is he?"

"This is Xarion. He’s also my match. From Snowfield."

So this was Xarion. Nix had heard the name before, but this was their first meeting.

"Hello, Xarion. I’m Nix. Looks like we’re family now."

Xarion slowly lifted his eyelids to glance at him. "Hello, Nix."

His voice was as weak as ever, as though he might fade away mid-sentence.

Nix frowned with concern. "Are you sick?"

Xarion shook his head faintly. "No. Just want to die."

Nix froze.

He turned to Rory, utterly baffled.

"Female Master, he..."

"It’s fine," Rory said tiredly. "He’s just like that. You’ll get used to it."

As long as Xarion didn’t start another catastrophe, she would consider it a peaceful day.

"Go shower," she urged gently.

Nix nodded obediently and went upstairs.

Rory headed to the kitchen and cooked several large bowls of noodles. Male beastfolk had enormous appetites—one bowl would never be enough.

Nix returned freshly bathed and changed, his hair damp and glasses properly aligned. But the moment he smelled the noodles, his eyes practically turned green with hunger.

"Female Master, this smells amazing."

He devoured the food like a wolf who had been starving for days, yet somehow still found time between bites to praise her cooking.

"Did you finish packing your lab?" Rory asked. "Why did you come back so suddenly?"

"Not finished," he admitted seriously. "Vincent told me to return. He said you’ll be staying in the Central District for the Ten-Thousand Females Festival and won’t be heading back to A-49 for now. I can take my time."

"He had urgent matters to attend to and won’t be back until tonight. He told me to keep you company."

He brightened suddenly. "Female Master, you haven’t explored the Central District yet, right? After I finish eating, I can take you out."

Rory realized he was right.

Since arriving in the Central District, she had been caught in one matter after another. She hadn’t properly gone out even once.

"Alright," she said with a smile. "Let’s go for a walk after you’re done."

Nix cleaned up the kitchen quickly, then came to find her.

Rory was already dressed and ready.

Xarion slowly dragged himself upright from the sofa. Rory blinked in surprise.

"You’re coming too?"

For someone who treated breathing as an inconvenience, shopping seemed an unlikely hobby.

"I have to guard the Female Master," Xarion replied.

"You can stay home if you don’t want to go."

He shook his head. "No."

He did not trust leaving her in the care of an eight-Rank Nix alone.

And Nix... while sincere, did not always appear particularly sharp in certain areas.

"Fine. Let’s go."

Outside, Nix released the small modified spacecraft he had prepared. "Female Master, I upgraded this for you. It’s fast and easy to control. Try it."

Rory’s eyes sparkled.

Back in Veridan City, she would never have imagined piloting her own spacecraft.

This one could seat six and even had a small lounge. If she grew tired, she could switch to autopilot and rest comfortably inside.

After several loops above the estate under Nix’s guidance, she quickly grasped the controls.

Xarion slumped in his seat, watching them with the detached expression of someone observing life from a great distance.

Soon, the spacecraft lifted into the sky and sped toward the commercial heart of the Central District.

Because of the approaching Ten-Thousand Females Festival, females from neighboring planets had already begun arriving.

The district was more lively than usual—colorful banners fluttered overhead, music drifted through the air, and promotional screens shimmered with advertisements for festival events.

Rory stowed the spacecraft and stepped onto the bustling street with Nix and Xarion.

The air was bright with noise and movement.

And then she froze.

Several storefronts along the main avenue had set up raised platforms in the open air.

On them stood male beastfolk—well-built, handsome, impeccably groomed—each wearing identification bands around their wrists.

Auction screens hovered overhead, flashing statistics: Rank, lineage, special abilities.

The merchants’ voices rang through amplifiers, announcing opening bids.

They were openly auctioning male beastfolk on the street.