Agares sat in the main seat of the conference room, holding a video conference with soldiers of the rank of Major General or above from the Hunting Legion, and those of the rank of Major General or above from the nine legions.
The personal terminal on his wrist beeped. The person giving a video report stopped abruptly and looked at him through the video, just like the members of the Hunter Legion.
Agares was pondering how the Zerg Crown Prince Heyan, imprisoned in a ray-filled cell, had managed to contact the Zerg Queen who had arrived on Kor three days earlier when his personal terminal beeped. Without looking at it, he casually swiped to open it.
As soon as the door opened, the sound of water filled the air, mixed with a familiar, rhythmic, off-key, cheerful singing: "Wash, wash, take a bath, rinse up and wash down, scrub left and rub right, come visit sometime, shake hands... shake hands..."
The familiar, clear female voice made Agares's expression change abruptly. Before he could even look at the personal terminal, two thuds came from inside, followed by an abrupt halt to the off-key singing, replaced by a soft, sweet, and slightly coquettish voice: "Daddy, I'm awake. Don't worry about me..."
The officers of the nine legions, all of whom were major generals or higher, stared at the marshal in disbelief through the video, each thinking to themselves in unison: "Wow, this is something else! The marshal really knows how to have fun. He actually made his wife call him 'Dad.' This is amazing!"
The members of the hunting legion exchanged glances, gasped, and saw in each other's eyes: "Is this still their iron-willed commander? No way! He actually made his wife call him 'Dad.' Are they cosplaying?"
"This damn romance, this damn dog food, why do they have to force it on us single people? And why do they have to shove it into our mouths bowl after bowl, so we can't refuse it!"
Agares' ears turned red, as did his neck beneath his high-collared combat suit. His face, already flushed, tightened as he reached for his personal terminal, muted the sound, and his dark, piercing eyes swept across the conference room and the people in the video: "The meeting is suspended for 5 minutes!"
Everyone, feeling like they'd been force-fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), didn't dare breathe loudly. They then saw the Marshal stand up, his posture upright and his steps steady, and walk out of the conference room.
The moment the conference room door closed, the room instantly came alive. The first to ask a question was someone from the nine legions in the video: "The voice in the Marshal's personal terminal, is that Madam? It's Madam, she sounds so young!"
The member of the Hunting Legion replied, "What do you mean 'sounds young'? The lady is young to begin with; she was only of legal marriage age when she married the commander!"
The other members of the Nine Legions felt like they'd eaten a lemon: "Wow, so young and tender, with such a sweet and gentle voice, she even remembers to send a message to the Marshal while taking a bath. How much she loves our Marshal!"
The Hunter Legion member said, "Of course our lady loves our commander very much. Even though our commander's fertility rate is 0, our lady is still very affectionate towards him every day, personally cooking delicious food and drinks for him, and occasionally bringing some to us as well. This is something that the other nine legions can only dream of!"
The people from the Nine Legions: "No way, the lady can cook delicious food and drinks too? May I ask, where did the Marshal find his wife? This single guy wants a soft, cute, and clingy wife too!"
The smug members of the hunting legion said, "They were matched by the gene pool and bestowed by His Majesty! You all better work hard and keep up the good work. When you achieve outstanding military merits, His Majesty will grant you marriages!"
"Single people are saying they're going to kick over all the dog food (couple displays of affection) and refuse to eat it. We boycott public displays of affection!"
Everyone spat in unison: "If you've got the guts, go and protest in front of the commander-in-chief! He'll make you copy the laws and cut off your hand!"
One of the members of the Hunting Legion sighed and said to the others from the nine legions, "You don't know, a few days ago, some idiots from our legion came along and arrogantly sent some anonymous letter to the commander-in-chief, asking him to recruit the person who broke his lips to the Hunting Legion!"
"Unexpectedly, the anonymity failed to hold up, and the commander-in-chief found out everything. Each person was punished by copying the military regulations 200 times and the criminal code 50 times. The worst part was that the previous 50 washboards were not enough, so the commander-in-chief ordered people to make 100 more overnight, and they had to kneel on them to copy!"
The members of the nine legions were completely bewildered, and asked in unison through the video, "What kind of magical artifact is the washboard that the marshal favors so much?"
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