Omiya III.
The gas giant gradually obscured the light of the distant star.
The brief daylight, lasting only a few Terran hours, dissipated. The workers, having toiled for a full eighteen Terran hours, straightened their weary backs, collected their meager portion of starch, and turned to walk toward the Hive City.
Meanwhile, inside the Hive City, another group of workers, well-rested, were driven by starch and soldiers into the construction site.
However, unlike the lifeless atmosphere of the previous days, many workers today kept glancing upward.
For right now, in orbit, a destroyer and four light frigates were anchored in silence.
At the same time, a large number of transport ships were constantly shuttling between the Tower Top and orbit, delivering an endless supply of goods to Sith.
At the Tower Top.
Kairo looked brand new; he had not only changed into a pristine uniform but had even gone to the rare trouble of washing himself thoroughly from head to toe.
Even his beard had been meticulously groomed by a Servitor, adjusting his entire state to the best possible condition.
Standing before Sith's office, facing Sith behind the massive desk dozens of meters away, his eyes filled with wonder as he examined the other man for the umpteenth time.
He completely ignored the bewildered gaze of his apprentice behind him.
As one of the only three people in the entire galaxy who knew Sith's true identity, Kairo felt that Sith, sitting quietly behind the desk reviewing the inventory list, seemed to radiate a divine aura.
After all, such actions as bathing and grooming one's beard were reserved only for when reporting back to the family headquarters to meet the supreme leader; not to mention naval officers or Astra Militarum Commanders, even an Astartes would at most just change into a new set of clothes.
As for the Planetary Governors of ordinary worlds, Kairo had never truly held them in high regard.
But now, seeing his teacher act with such solemnity toward the man opposite them—who wasn't even a Planetary Governor, but merely an Astra Militarum Commander on an abandoned satellite—the apprentice not only knew that this young Commander's identity was absolutely extraordinary, but was also intensely curious about Sith.
Of course, he was also extremely respectful and cautious.
Slap. The soft sound of a thick stack of manifests being tossed onto the table.
The apprentice quickly gathered his wits, while Kairo, ahead of him, took a small step forward, bowing his already stooped back even lower.
Observing the humility of the Rogue Trader below, and faced with supplies that solved three months of rations for over a billion people in one go, along with an entire ship dedicated to fresh fruits and vegetables for himself, and even a whole refrigerated live cow from Terra on the manifest, Sith truly grasped the weight of the family across from him.
Even his gaze toward the humble Kairo below held a hint of wariness alongside a touch of displeasure.
Was this luxury food meant purely to curry favor with him?
No, this was Kairo using this opportunity to prove his family's strength to Sith!
To send a live cow from Terra, spanning half the galaxy—the value behind such an act was far greater than the cow itself!
Not refusing the supplies delivered to his doorstep, Sith handed most of the manifests to Yuwa, instructing her to organize personnel to receive them. At the same time, he picked up the final sheet. Facing the destroyer and light frigates that had already arrived, he confirmed once again that there were ships but no Navigators on board, and his eyes filled with even more displeasure toward these traders.
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