Chaos' Heir

Chapter 1456: Dean Ulluw

"[You know how they are with touching others]," Khan explained. "[They saw Jenna do it, so they gave it a try]."

"[Your Papa and I are taking a break]," Liiza muttered in a childish tone to Yeza, holding her before her face. "[Mama has to get touched by a lot of Nele for a while]."

Liiza had retracted her cold presence to avoid making Yeza cry, but her remarks remained chilling for Khan. His body couldn’t be tenser as he hugged Liiza from behind, trying to quell her terrible, dangerous mood.

"[I wasn’t even touched by that many of them]," Khan recalled, diverting his gaze to try to come up with an exact number, only for the temperature to drop again.

Khan lowered his gaze as an even colder sensation shone on his face. If looks could kill, Liiza would have already wasted him many times over, but he only got lost in that beautiful, dangerous expression.

"[I rejected a whole species of sexy, horny aliens because I couldn’t stop thinking about you]," Khan said, basically voicing a confession of love.

Those honest words seemed to startle Liiza, but her chilling vibes intensified, accompanied by equally cold and deadly fingernails that threatened to pierce Khan’s chest.

"[A whole species, you say]?" Liiza wondered as her cold aura intensified, seeping into Khan’s chest, seemingly ready to grab his heart.

"[It’s a small species]?" Khan joked. "[A fraction of a colony of a small species? I still rejected them all for you]."

"[Maybe I should push you down before any woman who even dares to think of coveting you]," Liiza considered. "[That would get rid of their delusions]."

"[I don’t really like the idea of others seeing you naked]," Khan responded, unfazed by the cold danger. "[I claim monopoly over that and the faces you make]."

Liiza wore a proper, terrifying glare, but Khan looked unable to stop himself from joking. "Ah! [Your voice, too. We always make a mess, and you are somewhat of a shouter. I bet plenty of people heard us already, but I still want to try to keep all that for me]."

The white glare intensified, but the temperature in the surroundings started to rise. Khan’s idiocy was working, and he had far more of it where it came from.

"[No offense to your rack and butt]," Khan stated. "[Great stuff. Love both deeply, and you have legs to die for]."

Khan diverted his gaze, scratching his head in thought, adding something else. "[But I have to admit I’m very weak against your hair. Maybe I am more of a romantic than I realize]."

Liiza looked to be at her limit. Her cold expression twitched, seemingly unable to suppress the laughs rising through her throat. She could only force herself to voice another threat to prolong her glare.

"[I could freeze away all your memories from other women]," Liiza suggested, her hand rising toward the side of Khan’s head. "[I would truly be your only one then]."

Khan blinked, an honest response immediately escaping his mouth. "[But you are my only one]."

That innocent honesty delivered the final blow to Liiza’s jealousy. No matter how much she tried to remain angry, she was powerless in front of that idiotic trait that had stolen her heart forever.

"[Of course, I have a second heart just for you, my little Princess]," Khan continued, reaching for the baby still in Liiza’s arms. "[My little Princess who won’t ever look at another man but her Papa]."

Khan barely had the time to finish speaking when Liiza’s lips sealed his mouth. Sadly, or luckily, she had to keep the kiss short. She wouldn’t be able to control herself if she lingered in the gesture a second longer.

"[Remember that you vowed your life to me]," Liiza warned when she retracted her head. "[You are mine until the end of our days]."

That reminder sounded more like a threat than a declaration of love, but Khan was hardly scared. If anything, seeing Liiza like that gave birth to the very opposite drive.

"[I really want to rip off your clothes]," Khan sighed, glancing down. "[But maybe the skirt can stay]."

Liiza giggled, biting her lower lip, resuming hugging Yeza with both hands, but changing the topic before things could degenerate. "[Stupid. You should address our guest. He has been kind enough to wait for us]."

"I think my beautiful wife just scared him," Khan said, switching to the human language and looking up, illuminating a human figure higher in the sky. "Isn’t that right, mister human representative?"

Since Caja had ignored the political etiquette, the parties that had teleported to the quadrant had begun to move. They didn’t gather at the appointed spot in the desert just yet, but they seemed ready to start arranging the meeting.

Among those parties, one man had flown directly toward Khan and Liiza, probably wanting to sort out the last arrangements before the meeting could officially begin. Yet, he had arrived in the area only to face Liiza’s chilling aura, which had kept him away.

Khan’s question was meant to invite the man down. After all, he was an evolved warrior, so he most likely had an important message to relay.

Nevertheless, Khan himself ended up frowning at that direct inspection. The evolved warrior’s aura hadn’t told him anything, but his appearance stirred something in his brain.

The evolved warrior looked relatively simple. He was old, with wrinkles covering his face, and bald. A long white beard hung from his chin, and a military uniform with a single, big star on each of his shoulders covered his body.

Still, Khan felt able to recognize something in the man’s face and flying technique. Something was strangely familiar, but Khan couldn’t point out what.

"Why do I know you?" Khan couldn’t help but ask, arousing Liiza’s interest.

"Prince Khan," The man called in a raspy voice, which intensified that familiar sensation. "We might not have met, but you have been one of my disciples for a while."

Liiza immediately straightened herself, planning to get on her best behavior. She had never heard of Masters outside Lieutenant Dyester and Maban, but wouldn’t dare to disrespect even those Khan forgot to mention.

Still, Khan only squinted his eyes, digging through his memory, eventually finding what he was looking for.

"Dean Ulluw?" Khan wondered. "Creator of the Lightning-Demon Style?"