She Was Taking a Bath

"The Nova Corps is the military force of Xandar. It was initially composed of Xandar's space militia and exploration agencies. Later, the corps grew into a force of 500 men, ranging from wardens to centurions, including the centurion leader— the Nova Centurion Inspector."

"Later, as the number of troops increased and the war technology was further enhanced, it was renamed the Xandar Interstellar Legion, also known as the Nova Corps, a name that has been used ever since."

"The Nova Corps is very powerful. Even after fighting the Kree Empire, which is famous in the universe, for thousands of years, it still holds its own."

"Main achievements include..."

Xandar, the capital city, a scenic hotel.

Beckett, who had booked a room openly and honestly, sat on the soft sofa, his feet propped up on the transparent glass coffee table, and looked up at the light screen displayed in the air.

Woz had already compiled for him a record of the Nova Corps' great achievements since its inception, allowing him to gain a deeper understanding of the army's past strength and glory.

Yes, and Hela too.

"Clatter".

The refreshing drink was carefully placed on the coffee table by The Other, the soft sound bringing Beckett back from his reverie.

"Forcing our way into the Nova Corps headquarters is absolutely not an option; we don't have any troops at the moment. Moreover, if we clash with the people at the Nova Corps headquarters, it will be almost impossible for us to get what Jack Jones wants."

After all, the Nova Corps possesses powerful weapons capable of destroying a planet in a single blow.

Thirsty Hela, under The Other's hesitant gaze, drank the beverage he had prepared for Beckett in one gulp.

"Puff!"

Upon tasting it, the bitter taste instantly numbed Hela's throat.

"What is this thing?!"

"Your Hela, this is a dry tea specially prepared by Lord Thanos for Your His Highness Beckett. It has beneficial effects on the human body, such as clearing heat, relieving internal fire, and refreshing the mind."

"..."

Hela fell silent as she watched Beckett calmly drink the so-called dry tea that she hadn't even taken a sip of.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back."

After a long while, Hela glanced down at the lingering tea stains on her body, a look of disgust appearing in her eyes. She placed the things she had bought on the coffee table and then walked into the shower room without looking back.

"Woz, who are still at Nova Corps headquarters?"

Ignoring Hela's affectation, Beckett, savoring the bitterness of the dry tea, asked a question.

At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear.

"Your His Highness Beckett, according to our intelligence analysis, one-third of the Nova Corps' high command remains at headquarters and has not ventured out to fight. However, the good news is that the current leader of Xandar, Nova Prime, is not on Xandar but has departed for Planet Hala to prepare for negotiations with the Kree Empire."

"A state of leaderlessness?"

"No, according to the rumors, the current Nova Prime had already made preparations for the handover of leadership before leaving Xandar and had designated the next Nova Prime."

As Woz narrated, a beautiful woman with short, golden hair and wearing a Xandar blue uniform was reflected in Beckett's pupils.

Woz wrote a note on the side: The next [Nova Prime].

If the current Nova Prime does not return from the Kree Empire, then the designated successor will ascend to the pinnacle of power on Xandar and become the next Nova Prime.

Where is she now?

Beckett squinted, a bold idea gradually forming in his mind.

"Please wait a moment, Your His Highness Beckett. Woz is trying to crack the planetary database of Xandar."

"Beep beep, beep beep..."

No sooner had Woz finished speaking Hela's bag on the coffee table suddenly started making an unusually loud noise.

With a frown, Beckett reached into the bag and opened it. A beam of light, accompanied by rich magical energy, instantly condensed into a figure before him—Queen Frigga of Asgard.

"Beckett? What about Hela?"

Frigga couldn't hide her surprise when she saw Beckett answer the phone.

She's taking a shower.

Beckett sipped his refreshing dry tea and pointed towards the shower room.

"..."

"Looks like I asked at the wrong time. Be careful..." With a sigh, Frigga closed the communication with a complicated expression.

Beckett: "???"

"Search complete, Your His Highness Beckett."

"Woz didn't have complete control over Xandar's planetary database, but he still managed to locate Nova Plame, the successor to the Nova Prime, based on the available information."

"She is currently living in the heavily guarded Nova Manor, awaiting the outcome of negotiations between the current [Nova Prime] and the Kree Empire."

As he spoke, a coordinate appeared on Woz's light screen.

"Woz is planning your stealth route."

Woz, who knew Beckett inside and out, didn't need to be told; he started formulating an infiltration plan on his own.

Although Beckett certainly wouldn't listen, devising an infiltration plan was a matter of its pride and couldn't be compromised.

Whoosh!

"Hall of Beckett— "

Before The Other could finish speaking, Beckett had already disappeared.

"Your His Highness Beckett, wait for me!"

Holding the scepter, The Other, barely keeping up with Beckett's pace, also left the hotel room with the view.

Tired from playing and jumping around the large room, the orange cat chased a rolling ball and landed on the coffee table. Sniffing the air, it ran to where The Other had been, lowered its head, and licked the bitter drink in The Other's cup...

"Meow!"

Its orange fur stood on end instantly, then it tumbled to the ground with a thud and rolled around...

Nova Manor.

The residence of the next Nova Prime, Nova Plame, is under extremely tight security.

Even so, Roman Day still felt a strange unease in his heart.

He felt a sense of unease that he couldn't quite explain.

The current Supreme Commander of Xandar, Nova Prime, has been on her way to the Kree Empire for five days, and news is coming back every day, so this shouldn't be the reason for his unease.

"Why is that?"

"Could it be that the people in prison might cause trouble?"

Or is it...?

Roman Day subconsciously looked up at the sky, and a figure flashing with golden flames immediately came into view.

[What is that?!]

Roman Day's pupils contracted sharply, and his already somewhat chubby face suddenly became extremely serious.

"Enemy attack!!!"

However, it was already too late.

Huge energy beams rained down, and the protective shield above Nova Manor shattered instantly under the impact of this figure surging with golden flames. A dense, continuous roar instantly enveloped the entire sky above Nova Manor!

"Where is Nova Plame?"

A blond, blue-eyed figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, looking down at Roman Day, who had fallen to the ground alongside a pile of corpses. His appearance, like Kami descending to earth, made the figure's pupils shrink sharply!

"Who are you?!"

"Celebrate!"

"The great Son of Titan, His Highness His Highness Beckett, the revered Lord of Chitauri Prime!"

"At this very moment..."

Clutching the Mind Stone Scepter, The Other barely kept up with Beckett's speed as they landed amidst the ruins. He stumbled, then simply slid to his knees, raising his hands high, and chanted Beckett's hymn to the surviving members of the Nova Manor Guard of the Nova Corps, who were covered in dust!

Wonderful!

The Other silently gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

Nova Prime is the name of Nova Prime from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1.

Roman Day is the middle-aged, overweight guy who returned the repaired spaceship to Star-Lord.

Of course, they were still young and inexperienced at this time.