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Lester Chirasole, a man who seems to have been born to land at the finish line of the runway, one of the so-called 1% winners in life.

From the moment he was born by Admiral Chiraso, and from the moment his excellent genetic data appeared on the electronic screen, the position of heir to the Chiraso family had already largely fallen into his cradle.

He did not disappoint the expectations of his family elders. Ever since he first developed self-awareness, he has been like an unlimited sponge, constantly absorbing information and knowledge from the world. He always learns faster, more, and is never satisfied than his peers. He is proud but not naughty, self-centered but not blind. Admiral Raphael looked at this extremely talented young son and seemed to have seen the glory of the Chirasso family that would last for hundreds of years.

Lester is a true genius, not only in his physical fitness, but also in his mind. Before he was seven years old, he completed the general subjects involved in the secondary education of the Zerg and most of the subjects he was interested in. After that, he began to study management, politics, engineering, strategy and architecture, etc., and insisted on training physical skills and learning fighting techniques every day. When the same-class peers were still enjoying themselves, he often just sat cross-legged in front of the French window, which was full of formulas and models projected by the light screen. The young female insects designed and calculated expressionlessly, looking through the glass, occasionally glancing at the "little friends" invited to play in the garden below. When the time was almost up, he saved the progress and got up and went downstairs, formally fulfilling the hospitality of the host and seeing the guests out.

No one complained about his inhospitable behavior. Although these young men from noble families were either arrogant or dissolute, they unconsciously harbored an instinctive fear and timidity towards Lester, who also had an extraordinary background and always seemed indifferent.

Like the sense of smell of a small animal.

Even the little male insects had never received any preferential treatment from him. It was not so much that the female insects were born stupid, but rather that Lester Chiraso realized the nature of gender relations in this society earlier than anyone else. To him, male insects were just flowers that were readily available, just like the countless beautiful roses in the garden.

If you want it, you have it. It’s optional.

And it's boring.

After all, Lester had no interest in appreciating flowers.

His days progressed in this unchanging, regular and orderly manner until he was ten years old, when Admiral Raphael brought back a male insect two years younger than him to the main house and announced that this would be his younger brother from now on and he had to take good care of him.

Lester glanced at the little male insect with blond hair and blue eyes, who looked like a doll. He responded without comment and did not take it seriously. He knew that Admiral Raphael was just going through the motions to show his attitude. He had his own servants to take care of him. Since he had entered this mansion, there was no reason for this male insect to have a bad life. The family had plenty of money and material things to make this cheap brother happy.

But after a while, he found that this younger brother was quite special and not annoying at all.

You have to know that spoiled male insects who are used to getting everything by being bossy are usually a bit annoying to the very few female insects who don't buy into this.

Vanlan was not as squeamish and trouble-making as other male insects, nor would he demand that all the breathing creatures around him revolve around him. In fact, every time Lester met him, he seemed quiet, either lying in the pavilion drawing, or squatting in the garden looking at flowers, or standing under the treetops observing something. Lester suspected that he might have some language barrier. Once, when he saw Vanlan drawing a stick figure, he picked up the pen next to him and drew a matchstick worm with a cross on its mouth on the paper.

The little male insect's eyes lit up, and he looked up at him and smiled as if with a flashing special effect, and drew a Q version of Lester next to him in a way that was much more vivid than the image of a matchstick.

Lester recognized it as the one he had seen during his previous training in the outdoor martial arts arena.

Come to think of it, sometimes I would notice Fanlan passing by during training.

After that, their interactions increased slightly, no longer being complete strangers living under the same roof, but not too often. After all, Lester was very busy, with endless classes and training to do.

In fact, there is no need for Lester to push himself so hard. Admiral Chiraso has only two sons, him and Ryan. Ryan is obviously not suitable to inherit the family business, even if not in terms of inheritance rights. From a practical point of view, with Lester's mind and physical fitness, he only needs to complete the knowledge and rules that insects of his class should be involved in and master. He is completely capable of being an excellent heir, sitting on the throne of the head of the Chiraso family, and living a very smooth and superior life safely and contentedly.

If you ask him why he does this, he may not be able to give an absolutely clear answer.

Once he was lying on the ground, having failed for the umpteenth time in his attempts to transform into an insect armor.

His body, exhausted from the last bit of strength, was very tired. His overused arms hung limply and spasmed at his sides. Lester lay on the floor of the training ground, staring at the dazzling ceiling. His mind was empty and he was just dazed. Then he heard the approach of the little male insect - of course he had the ability to distinguish the difference in footsteps. His miraculous cheap brother who loved to watch him train appeared silently and sat beside him. The delicate and weak hand belonging to the male insect touched his sweaty red hair, as if touching, caressing, and comforting.

And Lester Chirasso, the heir who seemed invincible since birth, this young but powerful prince, miraculously, actually felt a little comforted.

A peaceful, tranquil...

A completely unfamiliar sense of security.

Lester slowly closed his eyes as the male insect hummed tenderly and gently.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that Fanlan was different.

He is not a flower that can be picked easily and is carefully cared for, nor is he one of those male insects that is a little special but is still the same.

There won't be another male like it.

Lester affirms.

The universe is too big and there are too many stars. It is impossible for him to encounter a second existence like this.

It has nothing to do with gender, identity, or anything else.

After that, Lester opened up his authority to Vanlan.

Permissions in every sense of the word.

They became close and intimate. When Lester was studying or training, Vanlan would do his own thing beside him. Although the content of their focus was completely different, they stayed in the same space for a long time, maintaining the same pace and time. Naturally, they gradually developed a tacit understanding, got used to it, and understood each other.

Lester found that Fanlan was really different. His initial impression was just the tip of the iceberg. Fanlan's way of speaking, thoughts, behavior habits, hobbies, and so on, all of them were not in line with what a young male insect should have. It was as if he was not a precious male insect born in this society full of countless invisible rules, but an elf that suddenly jumped out from nowhere. But Lester did not show any weirdness or stop it. After all, Fanlan was different. Fanlan was different. It was natural, wasn't it?

Fanlan just needs to be free and follow his heart, do what he wants to do, get what he wants to get, play the hobbies he wants to play, and become what he wants to be.

Nothing else mattered, Lester would make sure everything was alright.

I'll make sure everything is alright.

......

Can I really guarantee that everything will be fine?

Lester Chirasso, the emerging next leader, suddenly realized where the sense of urgency had come from.

The golden crown forged by power is indeed dazzling, but its weight is enough to crush the monarch chosen by it and make him sit on the throne, unable to get up again.

Noble, dazzling, and enviable, but also nothing more than a puppet of the desire for power, a soldier holding the reins and marching forward according to the track under the huge symbol of Chiraso.

Since ancient times, those who pursued power and prestige have also been driven by power and prestige.

So, on an ordinary night, Lester told Admiral Chiraso in his study that his future direction was to join the army.

Admiral Chiraso frowned at this decision and objected. In the original plan, his second son, the heir of the Chiraso family, would naturally go into politics. With the prestige and insect connections he had accumulated in the army over the years, Lester's political career would be smooth and the family's momentum would be further improved.

After all, even if the Zerg value military strength, to the upper echelons, the officers who lead the way are nothing more than weapons, thugs, and "war machines" that need to be replaced from generation to generation. It is better to sit at the round table in the Pentagon in the capital, move the chess pieces, and decide the outcome.

Then he was not so surprised to find that he was helpless against the young son in front of him. Lester was different from ordinary children. He could not be persuaded and suppressed by saying that he was still young, he did not understand, his ideas were too naive. It was better to say that Lester was informing rather than asking for instructions. So Raphael knew that it was useless to say more. Even if he did not give support, as long as Lester wanted to join the army, he could always join, even if he started as a soldier.

"Why?" Finally, Admiral Raphael could only ask this.

"Because of the diversion." Lester replied.

"contain?"

“Politics is about containment.”

"Mutual, constant containment."

"Female father, where there is power negotiation, there are countless hidden lines."

"For example, you don't like Mr. Talen, but his position in the Military Affairs Department may be harmful to you, and coupled with his movements in the Ministry of Defense, you finally agreed to let your father take him as his female servant."

"Even Xiong's father doesn't really like him."

Admiral Raphael did not refute, but simply said: "Do you think there is no restraint on the army?"

"No." Lester's voice was too steady to be a teenager's. "But military power is more real than political power."

“It’s also more direct.”

"Especially when it's in my hands."

Raphael looked into his young son's immature but sharp eyes, which were filled with an unstoppable, almost burning spirit. Even the admiral, who had experienced many battles, was mesmerized by his gaze for a moment and felt irrefutable.

Such words are so arrogant that they are treasonous.

His subtext is that the regime can indeed interfere with military power, but at certain times, the military power can subvert the regime.

If necessary.

In the right hands, this is the most effective and destructive force.

The conversation that night ended with one party informing the other and the other party acquiescing.

When he walked out of Admiral Raphael's courtyard, at the end of the path leading to the ornamental lake, Lester saw Van Lan sitting on the grass, with weeds stuck on his shoes and pants, holding a drawing board and sketching by light.

Hearing the noise, the little male insect turned around and smiled: "Lester——"

“Come and see!”

Lester went over as he was told and saw fallen petals all over the lake. There had probably been a strong wind during the day, and the drifting petals had dyed the lake surface a broken pink, sparkling under the night lights.

He stood beside Fanlan, his gaze fell back on Fanlan, looking at those eyes that were also shining because of discovering her beauty.

"Lester, don't look at me, look at the lake - over there." Fanlan pointed in the direction where the most petals were floating.

The second young master, who was asked, responded with a lazy "hmm" from his nose, slowly turned his gaze to the lake, and admired the view of falling flowers on the lake with Fanlan.

"What are you thinking about?" The male insect suddenly raised his head and looked at his silent brother.

"Nothing."

"Perfunctory, repeat it."

"I just want you to be happy all the time."

Just like now.

"……ah."

Fanlan was stunned for a moment. His usually talkative and clever spirit was delayed for a few seconds. A faint blush appeared on his fair cheeks. After a while, he muttered softly, "Being a bug can't be happy forever..."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"……Um?"

Lester didn't say anything else, just patted the little male insect's head and pulled it up from the ground after the other party stretched out his hand.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the house. It's time to go to bed."

"It's only eight o'clock!"

"Isn't it time for you to worry about not growing taller?"

"I changed my mind. They said male insects don't need to grow that tall."

"Oh, then do you want to read two ancient battle records before going to bed? I just copied them out."

"Come on brother, I want to go back to the house right away."