Chaos Heir

Chapter 1494: Godfather

Theoretically, the feast was meant to adhere to Thilku’s customs since the Emperor had personally expressed that desire.

However, the desert and improvised nature of that massive gathering didn’t really allow for symbolic hunts and entertaining challenges between the different species. They might still happen in the future, but not that night.

Therefore, the party became a simple mass-drinking experience, in which various representatives and figures of political relevance occasionally attempted to bond with fellow leaders from other species.

That typically would require a far better setting and proper preparations that could mediate between the different customs and cultures. Yet, nothing of the sort could happen, making the Niqols feel right at home.

That messy, disorganized gathering played right into the Niqols’ expertise, and attending to each cauldron gave them many opportunities to socialize beyond the few members of their species on the scene.

The Niqols’ connection with Khan’s wife also made various guests interact with them since they were far more approachable than the married couple, occasionally creating surprisingly diverse groups that moved around the party.

Then, there was the fuming booze. The party only featured relatively strong warriors, so the Niqols had to make appropriate drinks.

Most high-level warriors had forgotten what getting drunk felt like since their mana-enhanced bodies made that state unreachable through regular booze.

But the Niqols’ drinks could pierce through those defenses, and they never stopped flowing, slowly removing everyone’s political inhibitions and facilitating interspecies interactions.

One thing led to another until the party’s arrangement became almost unrecognizable.

Ef’i, Thilku, and Scalqa formed loud groups that challenged themselves to physical and drinking games.

Fuveall and Kros ended up together to discuss scientific matters, often quite heatedly, which, in turn, attracted crowds of aficionados and people interested in those fields.

The humans were the most isolated, but also the most widespread. They were basically everywhere, interacting with everyone, leaving almost no diverse group unattended.

Only the Orlats could match that, making themselves right at home and setting up stands similar to what they had arranged on Chigoilara, probably wanting to rip off unaware or drunk people, uncaring of where they came from.

Still, the most unique group, and the one that attracted most curiosity and furtive glances, remained the one with a deeper connection to Khan.

Khan also fell prey to that curiosity while inspecting the now more mixed-up party from the sky. He had just finished his seemingly endless rounds of introduction, searching for something else to do, when that surprising scene struck him.

The sense of familiarity emanating from the party put a smile on Khan’s face. He had already seen a similar scene. Except it now wasn’t limited to a forest on a dark, cold planet. It tried to cover an entire quadrant, featuring more species than lawless zones could boast of hosting.

Then, there was the spot where Liiza was, which now featured Niqols, Nele, and far more humans. The descendants from Khan’s organization had also joined the party, and they had obviously headed for where his wife and daughter were.

That caused a chain reaction that attracted even more people. After all, the allied descendants were no pushovers, and many wanted to interact with them, somehow bringing hordes of interested humans into that group’s surroundings.

Princes and Princesses had also temporarily joined that group. Liiza, Yeza, Princess Rebecca, and the descendants made it too important not to visit to exchange basic pleasantries.

However, those nobles had left by the time Khan had freed himself of his political tasks. Princess Edna and Princess Rachel had even brought Monica away, planning to enjoy the party with her, and Anita Wildon had somehow joined them, but not before leaving someone with her husband.

Khan knew he would have to have a proper talk with all the nobles privately, especially Princess Rachel, but the party was now too chaotic for those tasks. Monica was also away, so he could finally focus on enjoying himself without worrying about hurting anyone.

As always, Liiza was the first to sense her husband. She was in the middle of talking with Zalpa, Princess Rebecca, and the little Tamara, when she threw her head back, knowing a warm hand would be there to receive it.

“Sorry, I am late,” Khan announced, making his presence known to the group, “But I see you are having plenty of fun without me.”

The group truly was a miracle of the universe. Luke, Lucian, and the other descendants sat on the same sand as Doku, Deni, Wayne, and the Nele. That gathering was so impossible Khan felt he was dreaming, but his eyes weren’t lying to him.

“Khan, I need to hear this story again,” Doku immediately called, pointing at Ilman and the stunning green figure snuggling on him. “I need your version because I don’t believe his for a second.”

“Brother, is this what you did on Nitis?” Wayne asked, laughing while holding his cup as if it were the most important item in the world. “I’m truly following in your footsteps.”

“That’s right, Khan’s brother!” Ilman exclaimed. “This is the Niqols’ way, and Khan is a true Niqols.”

Liiza threw a look at Khan, who matched it, sharing her exact thoughts. That diverse meeting was indeed a miracle, but having Ilman and Wayne in the same place was closer to a headache-inducing catastrophe.

“You worthless-!” Zalpa cried, refraining from completing her insult due to the little green girl sitting before her.

“What’s wrong, Aunt Zaza?” Khan wondered, feigning innocence, but earning himself a giggle from under him.

If looks could kill, Khan would have died countless times already under Zalpa’s glowing glare. Yet, Tamara forced her to hold back and snort, resuming showing how to do braids to her parents.

Princess Rebecca also looked interested in the practice while sitting next to Deni, deepening the relationship with that acquired member of her family.

The descendants threw nods at Khan, but remained silent, knowing someone else took priority. George was also aware of that, showing a proud smirk while whispering something to the little boy sitting on the sand with him.

The little boy looked at his father and stood up with his help, watching innocently as the newly arrived bright-eyed man walked toward him.

“You must be Michael,” Khan said, kneeling to be face-to-face with the blonde boy. “Nice to meet you. I’m Khan, your godfather.”