"You? How?!" The young man asked in surprise, his voice trembling with a fear that he tried desperately to conceal beneath a facade of bravado, his pale skin draining of what little color remained as he backed against the cold metal wall of the spaceship's interior.

"You and I have some serious conversation to make," Aaron said as a matter of fact, his tone steady and unyielding, walking toward the young man calmly through the narrow corridor lined with flickering control panels that cast erratic shadows across the confined space.

"What are you doing? Stop him!" The young man commanded his last protector urgently, his eyes darting wildly between Aaron and the armored figure standing rigidly nearby.

But his words fell on deaf ears as the last protector remained frozen in place, his body locked in a paralysis born of sheer terror, not moving an inch, much less attempting to fight against Aaron, his weapon hanging limply at his side like a forgotten relic.

Aaron passed the protector with deliberate calmness, his steps measured and unhurried, the air around him seeming to hum with latent power until he stood directly in front of the young man, towering over him with an effortless presence that filled the cramped cabin.

"Seriously? Are you that shallow?" Aaron asked, shaking his head in genuine disappointment, his refined features twisting into a slight grimace.

He raised his shoe slightly, finding it soaked with the young man's bodily fluid that pooled on the grated floor, the acrid scent permeating the recycled air of the ship.

"Peeing on yourself? Come on, bro," Aaron groaned, finding everything about the situation annoyingly pathetic and beneath his notice.

"So tell me where they are and I will spare your life and that of your crew member, I give you my word," Aaron promised solemnly, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that contrasted with his casual demeanor.

"You can't keep her under custody.

She is a demon! I have to take her to my father!" The young man mustered a fleeting surge of courage to say, his words spilling out in a rush despite the quiver in his tone.

"Did you just raise your voice at me?" Aaron asked, surprised at the renewed confidence of the young man, his eyebrow arching in mild astonishment amid the humming machinery.

"Hiik," the young man voiced out involuntarily, a sharp, frightened squeak escaping his lips, scared from Aaron's words, wetting himself the second time in a humiliating flood that spread across the deck.

His actions made Aaron speechless, unable to comprehend the kind of coward the young man was, his fear so profound it stripped away all pretense of dignity in the confined, metallic environment.

Aaron walked past the young man deliberately, losing interest in killing the coward who trembled like a leaf in a storm, his footsteps echoing faintly on the grated flooring.

He went forward to the old man and little girl, who were tied up securely with reinforced bindings that dug into their skin, huddled against a bulkhead panel that vibrated with the ship's engines.

"Are you both okay?" Aaron asked the old man after freeing him and the little girl from the binds that held them, his fingers working deftly to unravel the knots with effortless strength.

"Yes.

Thanks to you," the old man said, expressing his gratitude with a weary nod, his aged features softening slightly in relief amid the dim cabin lights.

Aaron nodded his head in acknowledgment, staring at the young girl with intrigue sparking in his keen eyes, her small form radiating an enigmatic aura that tugged at his curiosity.

[Want to have a kid of your own now?]

"Nah.

I will pass on that.

It's just that the little girl.

There's something interesting about her that I just can't put my hand on," Aaron explained to the system internally, still staring at her subconsciously, his mind probing the subtle mystery she embodied.

"Alright.

Now I need information on what's going on.

Anyone care to explain?" Aaron asked, his gaze directed at the old man expectantly, his posture relaxed yet commanding in the cramped space.

"I'm Sean.

And her name is Adalia.

The last living member of her family.

Her entire family has been wiped out in a brutal coup for the throne and control," the old man explained somberly, his voice heavy with the weight of recent tragedies.

"So they plan to kill her as well? Or what's exactly their plan?"

"Desirus.

He's the man behind the coup.

A very ruthless man.

I'm sure he plans to kill her.

He's never one to leave a loose end," Sean replied gravely, his eyes shadowed with memories of violence.

"Hmm."

"Sir, please.

Help her.

She's barely a child.

Help her regain back her right and get revenge for her family that have been brutally slaughtered," Sean pleaded earnestly, falling on his knees before Aaron with desperate humility, his hands clasped in supplication.

"We will provide you with whatever you want when you are done.

Just please bring her enemies to doom," Sean pressed further, his voice breaking with raw emotion in the humming confines of the ship.

"Paying me to work as a mercenary is impossible.

Just give up on trying to do that.

It's not possible," Aaron waved off Sean's offer dismissively, uninterested in material incentives.

Sean looked at Aaron, his head bowed down in resignation, accepting the refusal with a heavy heart.

He had expected the outcome.

The one of being unable to convince Aaron with reward.

Not every strong being was greedy after all.

And the majority of them didn't like being controlled over some certain reward, their independence a core part of their essence.

"Thank you for your help, sir.

I'm truly grateful," Sean bowed deeper, mentally preparing himself for a life of constant pursuit and running from enemies, his shoulders slumping under the anticipated burden.

"Hmm.

I didn't say I wouldn't help you though.

Just that I'm not interested in whatever reward you think you can provide for me," Aaron explained clarifyingly, his tone casual yet decisive.

"You.

Drive toward the Kingdom and let's get to it, shall we?" Aaron commanded the young man firmly, creating a throne of swirling shadows that materialized from the ether, sitting majestically on it with regal poise, closing his eyes to meditate and delve deeper into the mysteries of his night father codex.

"Mister is cool," Adalia said with gleaming eyes wide in wonder, staring at Aaron in pure fascination.

She was captivated by Aaron's actions, from the effortless creation of the throne out of nothingness to his very posture that exuded an aura of unchallenged sovereignty.

The young man stared at Aaron, fear and anger clouding his mind like turbulent storms raging within.

But that didn't stop him from doing as Aaron instructed, his fear for his life outweighing his battered pride, hands trembling as he input the coordinates.

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