Mephisto seemed oblivious to the butler's expression, nodding as he listened to his adjutant's online report.

The cub was quietly playing with its doll in Mephisto's arms, but suddenly it let out a scream that silenced all the officers on the screen.

Mephius lowered his head and looked at the cub looking at him for help, then lowered his head again and pointed to the little toes on his feet.

"Ya Ya hides from the baby."

The cub didn't seem to realize that these were its own feet, just like it didn't know its own toes.

Mephisto left the conference screen to rub the cub's reddened feet, his voice becoming unusually gentle:

"These are your feet, baby."

Mephius clearly didn't know what "baby" meant, but the butler sometimes called the cub "darling," so the cub wanted its father to call it "baby" too. The cub wanted to be sure that its father would always be the one who loved it the most, but unfortunately, Mephius didn't understand what the cub meant at all.

However, in his actions, that cold, monotone voice also showed subtle changes and warmth when calling out to the cubs.

The people in the meeting on the screen exchanged horrified glances.

They couldn't help but exchange glances:

'My God! The General has been on so many blind dates, always failing miserably. Has he finally come to his senses this time? Or did he lower his standards and go to a low-level omega? What a beast!'

'I think the latter is more likely, so wouldn't the general's actions constitute detaining and offending His Highness the Omega? The general will probably face a severe sentence...'

'Stop talking. After the general finished coaxing the omega, he'll come back and coax us too. He'll just use a rocket launcher to put us all to sleep in our coffins...'

Just then, Mephisto returned. He questioned his terrified subordinates with his eyes, but apart from his adjutant, the subordinates, who had imagined a series of forced sexual encounters, all shook their heads frantically.

"General, we didn't talk about anything!"

For the sake of the cubs, the lieutenant betrayed these guys without hesitation:

"They're talking about how you imprisoned a low-ranking omega prince."

Mephius frowned. Although he was prepared, he knew that if these guys knew about the existence of the cubs, they would definitely guess some intimate ideas.

This is everyone's impression of omega.

However, for Mephisto, the cubs were definitely not something they could speculate about in this way.

"He is an important person to me. I will bestow my honor of general upon him. In the future, when you see him, you must treat him with the respect due to an officer. If you offend the Commander-in-Chief or make insulting remarks, you can go to the military headquarters to receive punishment."

The subordinates exchanged glances and then all shut their mouths.

Only with absolute strength and power will these people silence themselves and put away the arrogance and offense of an alpha.

Mephius knew this well, which is why he dared not let the cubs fall into anyone's hands and be kept as playthings.

The cub was unaware of the meaning of all of that; he simply watched the uncles hiding behind his father, secretly observing them who were dressed in the same uniforms as his father.

Late at night, Mephisto received an urgent telegram from his commissar, reporting that one of his colonels had suffered a mental breakdown during the repelling of the enemy and was now being held in solitary confinement at the military headquarters.

Mephisto hurriedly sent someone to the Omega Association to submit a request for reassurance, but the association declined the request, saying that "His Highness the Omega is suffering from insomnia and is not in good spirits."

"This is blatant discrimination!"

His subordinate, who had just come down from the battlefield, was filled with righteous indignation. He was still covered in the blood of his comrades, and the smell of rust and gunpowder filled the small space. The alphas were used to it, but every time an omega came here, he would pick and choose and look disgusted.

It was clearly the military that risked their lives to provide these omegas with resources and food, and to bring peace and security to the Federation. Yet, the military's alphas were always inferior to the noble alphas, forever at the bottom of the food chain, simply because they were too rigid and lacked romance, only knowing how to kill insectoids.

Now, this colonel is on the verge of death, but he can only huddle in a small dark room with his hands and feet bound, enduring the pain of his mental breakdown.

Because Mephisto rushed out, he woke up the cub, and the cub wanted to come out with its father while crying, perhaps because the cub could see the worry in its father's eyes.

So when Mephisto entered, the cub had already secretly peeked out from under his father's coat, listening to the uncles' discussion.

Mephis frowned, seemingly considering the odds of him barging into the association and stealing an omega...

The adjutant beside him frantically tried to stop him:

"General, this is unacceptable! You will be stripped of your rank! Your entire family will be implicated and executed!"

Mephius said, "We have a public pacification division in our military district; at worst, I can ask him personally..."

The adjutant knew that omega; that omega had previously approached Mephisto wanting to go on a date, but Mephisto refused to remove his bite stopper and got angry, so the omega left.

If Mephisto goes to him, he will surely be severely humiliated and retaliate!

These omegas are all guys with terrible tempers.

Just as Mephisto hesitated, the cub in his arms silently slid off him and, to Mephisto's surprise, stood directly in front of the small dark room.

"Where did these cubs come from?!"

The people were taken aback. The cub was much shorter than them, darting around the adults' feet. For a moment, no one reacted to stop him.

The little one stood in front of the door, stretched out his hands, and his pheromones immediately rolled out, circling around everyone's feet a few times.

After identifying its target, the little guy struggled to squeeze into the room, came to the riotous colonel, rolled over and lay down, letting the riotous mental energy entangle it.

The little guy, somewhat clumsy, slowly tidied up his tangled mental energy, as if grooming someone else, sometimes accidentally touching the other person's subconscious.

Gradually, the colonel recovered from his painful groans, but he couldn't relax. The cub had no idea that the things he accidentally touched were the most sensitive areas of the human brain. A light touch could send someone to heaven or torment them to hell.

The colonel held back his voice, turned his face away, revealing the blush on his ears, and whispered, "I've recovered, thank you."

The stumbling kitten pheromones finally trotted back to Mephisto's feet, circling around him several times, as if seeking praise or being affectionate, until Mephisto gently rubbed him, at which point the mischievous little guy returned to his cub body.

Not only the colonel whose mental state was in turmoil, but also the other subordinates who were somewhat restless due to the battle, all regained their composure, lying on the warm belly of an animal, each with a peaceful and relaxed expression.