shocking change

The ups and downs of the day consumed too much of Alyssa's energy, and she fell asleep holding Sewell.

Gabriel, who had been waiting for Sevier to leave the Worm Mother's bedroom, could no longer sit still and pushed the door open. The room was filled with the sweet fragrance unconsciously emitted by the Worm Mother, but he could not smell a trace of Sevier's pheromones.

Seville lay flat on his back, offering one arm to Her Majesty Alyssa as a pillow. Worried she wouldn't sleep comfortably, he'd removed the pheromone suppressor from her. With the sweet, soft beauty sleeping beside him, Seville's wing sac ached excruciatingly. He finally knew what sweet torture was.

Gabriel sneered, gently changed the pillow for Alyssa, and dragged Seville out of the insect mother's arms.

After leaving the bedroom, Gabriel threw Sevier, who was already convulsing in pain, to the ground and tossed him a bottle of pheromone cleaning spray: "At least you haven't forgotten your duty."

After two pumps of spray, Seville finally soothed the burning pain in his wing sac. Thinking of how Alyssa had suffered so much in human society, and how she might suffer similarly in the future if her gonads weren't healed, Seville felt that finding medicine for her couldn't wait any longer.

But he wanted to go to the human star field to seek medicine that could cure Alyssa's gonads, which was not an easy task and required long-term planning.

The Zerg and humans are currently in a state of hostility with all diplomatic channels completely severed. After rescuing Her Majesty the Zerg Queen, Gabriel was furious at Alyssa's experience in human society and did not express his gratitude to humans for opening up their star fields according to diplomatic etiquette. Then came the incident of humans attacking the Zerg mobile ship. Although humans strongly accused the Zerg of a frame-up, it is an indisputable fact that the two sides confronted each other in the border star field because of this incident, which led to a further deterioration in relations between the two sides.

There was some sporadic trade between the two sides, but it was limited to intangible goods. Weapons, energy, advanced technology, and biological products were all strictly prohibited. Pharmaceuticals were also prohibited. Pharmaceuticals like the ones Alyssa needed, containing original plant genes, were a key focus of customs inspection on both sides. Without a convincing reason and a special approval letter, imports through public channels were strictly prohibited.

But the Zerg need human medicines, and they are made from primitive plants. Not to mention that the humans will definitely ask a lot of questions, even the Zerg customs will probably take a long time to explain.

Vio, Seville, and Gabriel were in the Garden Palace, in Gabriel's office, the three of them were sitting together worrying.

Sewell: "Let's not say we need to make medicine, let's just say we want to introduce some original plants from human beings for ornamental purposes. Is that okay?"

Vio leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "The thing is, I haven't even analyzed the exact plant components, so I can't even give you a list. I've also looked up some of the history of human medical development, and the special processing methods used by ancient humans seem to alter the medicinal properties of the original plants. I even saw that ancient humans mixed mud with certain animal feces and applied it to wounds to help them heal. It's amazing. How did they defeat bacteria..."

Seville: “…”

He even doubted whether interstellar humans still retained these ancient human medical methods.

"Then give me a copy of everything you've researched. I'll take it to the humans and ask them to prescribe the right medicine."

Hearing Seville's words, Vio finally sat up straight. "Will humans really help a bug? What if they mess with the medicine?"

"As long as I don't reveal my Zerg identity, it's fine," Sewell said. "My mimicry and height are closest to those of an interstellar human. I hide my tentacles, wear contact lenses and a pheromone suppressor, so it's hard to tell to the naked eye that I'm a male."

"The security scanner can easily scan your Zerg skeleton!"

"So, I can't go through public channels. I went there secretly and privately."

Gabriel opened his half-closed eyes and frowned in protest. "Once the stowaway insects are discovered by humans, they will be executed on the spot. Even the armistice agreement between us and humans recognizes this."

"It's indeed risky," Sewell said firmly, "but I'm willing to take it for Her Majesty Alyssa."

Vio opened his mouth, but seeing Sewell's determined expression, he simply gave him a thumbs-up. As the young master of Starnet Group and the CEO of the emerging Throne Glass, it was only a matter of time before Sewell's wealth surpassed that of his father, Barinnox. He might well be the most lavish candidate for the title of Royal Consort. A real lavish one.

Gabriel was also moved, but she wouldn't complain about the number of martyrs around Alyssa. She considered Seville's proposal the most feasible option at the moment, so the problem they needed to help Seville solve was this: "We still need to pass through the area controlled by the Second Legion. If a maneuvering ship jumps, the energy reaction it generates will definitely attract the attention of the military. If we don't jump, it will take too long, perhaps decades, and the fuel carried by small maneuvering ships won't be enough..."

"Do we still need to inform Luke Tren?" Gabriel instinctively didn't want to involve Luke Tren, that fence-sitter, in this matter. He might not do anything to betray Her Majesty Alyssa, but it was a foregone conclusion that he would use this secret to extort favors from the Palace of Saint Joseph.

"My second brother is a brigade commander in the Second Legion, responsible for patrolling a small planetary belt," Sewell said. "When the time comes, we'll find a way to divert Luke and have him pass through the star field under my second brother's jurisdiction."

Gabriel and Vio's eyes lit up, that was the spark of hope.

-

Anyone could see that Her Majesty Alyssa was in great shape during today's live broadcast.

Miranda used healing spray early in the morning to reduce the swelling in Alyssa's eyes, which were a little red and swollen from crying all night. Alyssa, who had let go of her worries and was nourished by love, seemed to have a glowing face today. The slightest thing made her smile brightly.

Naturally, the comments on the barrage were full of praise for the insect mother's beauty:

[Wow, Her Majesty Alyssa seems to have calmed down!]

[Wuwuwu, Your Majesty, I didn't expect your tiny body to endure so much! Thank goodness you've adjusted!]

[Although your Majesty's smile has returned, I still want to ask who the culprit is.]

There were still many bugs cursing Alfonso in the barrage and forums. Just when Alyssa was about to board the airship to go to school, the deputy chairman of the Resolution Court handed in Alfonso's resignation letter.

He bowed and respectfully raised the resignation letter with the seal of the Court of Resolutions above his head, presenting it to Alyssa. "Your Majesty, Alfonso feels that he is old and frail and unable to continue serving as the Chief of the Court of Resolutions. I am hereby resigning from you."

Alyssa’s expression was complicated, but she knew this was an inevitable scene.

She took the letter.

All the bugs witnessed the sad exit of Alfonso, the chief of the Court of Resolution and a veteran of three dynasties, in the live broadcast of Today's Throne, including Alfonso himself.

He watched the live broadcast as Alyssa's boneless hands picked up the thin letter, while the barrage of comments continued to pour out insults against him. Netizens expressed that they would not accept his mere resignation and still demanded a strict investigation of him.

"Hahaha."

Alfonso tapped his long nails on the table. "My resignation letter."

"I didn't even realize when I wrote my resignation letter."

He had to admit that this second-in-command, his disciple, whom he had personally cultivated, had indeed inherited his true teachings and was quick, ruthless, and accurate in his actions.

No wonder he was unwilling to answer his calls last night. I'm afraid he was quickly contacting other members of the Resolution Court and was determined to get rid of this useless pawn of his.

He didn't even consider finding some scapegoats. It seemed that he was also a hunter who was good at lying in wait. He had been waiting for too long to bring down his chief.

"Father..." George had also watched the live broadcast. Although his father forbade him from watching anything on Today's Throne, the internet was flooded with posts alleging that Alfonso was the mastermind behind the delay in rescuing Her Majesty the Worm Mother. It was difficult for George to feign ignorance. And the cause of all this was his father's suggestion that the Worm Mother choose a consort.

"Father, what is your obsession? Why, why must our family be associated with the Insect Queen? Her Majesty Aimi had the right to choose. She didn't choose me, and I don't blame her. I'm not qualified to be the Queen's Consort. Our family has no male Insects in this generation, so why do you still want to bring up the matter of choosing a Queen's Consort?"

George couldn't stand it any longer. His father was like a demon. Over two hundred years ago, when Her Majesty Amiya refused to choose him as her consort, his father had been constantly complaining about Amiya's disobedience. Ever since then, his father had been hiding something from him. He didn't know what it was, nor did he want to find out, but he knew it was definitely detrimental to the Worm Mother. So, when Star Online claimed that his father was the culprit behind the delay in rescuing the Worm Mother, George immediately believed it.

George instinctively sensed danger as his father was doing something that went against the Worm Mother's stance. Worm Mother's reputation was growing through live broadcasts, and he couldn't let his father drag the Rooney family into an abyss of no return.

"Father, please take Fike back. No matter what you want to do, at least, don't involve Fike."

George wanted to take Fike and his wife, far away from his father and the Five Star Chain where the elite families gathered. He was truly a mediocre bug with no ambitions. He couldn't comprehend the complexities of power and politics. As long as his family was safe, he would be content to be a farmer on a remote planet.

Alfonso responded by slapping him hard in the face, scratching Jorge's face with his long, sharp nails.

"Useless thing, no wonder Aimi looks down on you."

"Why, why does the Kairos family always reject us?"

always?

George was a little surprised: "Father, could it be that you...?"

Alfonso ignored George, said "Don't bother me", and walked straight to his secret basement.

He walked into the room where Fike was imprisoned. Fike was still hanging there unconsciously, with the hole in her abdomen continuously oozing out bright red virgin honey.

He called the deputy chairperson of the decision-making court, but as expected, the call was hung up.

It didn't matter. Alfonso sent a private message: "Want to know what's in that warehouse you lent me for storage?"

There was no response, but that didn't matter. Alfonso sent another private message with a picture, a photo of a warehouse full of virgin honey.

At this point, the second-in-command took the initiative to call back: "You lunatic! What are you doing! You're actually loading these things into my warehouse!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Alfonso's laughter rose and fell. "This is your warehouse. Can you say you don't know what's in it? With so many primordial honeys, the Worm Queen won't let you go! You want to step on me and become the chief of the Resolution Court? Dream on!"

The light on Alfonso's side was dim, but the Zerg's superior visual capture ability still allowed the second-in-command to see the scene that flashed by just now because Alfonso's hands were shaking due to laughing.

"...What's that behind you?"

"This one," Alfonso smiled, slowly moving aside to reveal Fico, whose hands were hanging behind her. Her upper body was a mimicry, and her lower body was the belly of a fat stink bug. "That's your bug queen."

The second-in-command's pupils contracted violently, but before he could hang up, Alfonso flipped on the switch for the electric current in the virgin honey pool. Fike screamed in agony from the shock, her lower body thrashing and thrashing in the pool, splashing the blood-red virgin honey everywhere, even getting Alfonso drenched in the face.

Fike's wailing was like a sharp awl, chiseling through the defenses of his heart and his spiritual world. He was in tune with Fike's pain.

As the synovial membrane passed, the second-in-combination eye instantly transformed into a smooth black hole. His intelligent brain fell to the ground, transformed into a worm-like shape, and stalactite-like spines quickly emerged from the junction of his carapace!

Alfonso listened with satisfaction to the Garden Palace alarm and the alien's roar coming from the other end of the communication, laughing heartily: "Hahahaha! How about it! After enjoying the primordial honey of the Worm Mother, there's no way you can turn a blind eye to her suffering!"

"An alien species has appeared in the Garden Palace! Isn't today's Throne Live broadcast even more shocking than yesterday's? Hahahahaha!"

Alfonso hung up the call and activated the Trojan horse program he had been implanting in the deputy's brain, deleting the communication records. He turned to look at Fike, who had gradually calmed down. "Fike, my good child. Even if you become a honey bug, you won't harm your loved ones."

Chumi has Fico's blood and carries the genes of their Rune family, so Alfonso is immune to the connection and empathy brought by Chumi.

"Good boy, I still need you to produce some first honey that carries your pain and anger." Alfonso said, and turned on the current device again. Fico, who had just calmed down, began to roll again.

"I'm going to give the primordial honey, which carries your pain and anger, as a reward to those children." Alfonso picked up a little of the primordial honey and put it into his mouth, savoring the different flavor with satisfaction. "Let's see who can purify faster, that insect mother, or who can create faster?"