Chapter 39 The restoration of memories is over, and Ati has finally been repaid...
It's over. Attiyah has finally been exonerated.
Murphy let out a long breath and immediately looked towards the audience. The aloof, silver-haired female insect was sitting there properly. When she met his eyes, she surprisingly curled her lips slightly, a smile as radiant as melting snow. Though fleeting, it was stunning.
As if infected by the smile, Murphy also curled his lips into a happy smile.
The court staff began guiding the audience away. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Murphy nimbly leaped over the defendant's stand with one hand, rushed onto the audience, and suddenly hugged a silver-haired female insect into his arms, eliciting gasps from those around him.
In a place where a male insect is considered a super good insect simply for being amiable, it's hard for any insect not to be surprised to see a male insect excitedly rushing over and tightly embracing a female insect.
For a moment, the audience members who were leaving the courtroom in an orderly manner stopped in their tracks, looking at the pure embrace with surprise and envy, unable to recover for a long time.
Even the barrage of comments on the StarNet paused for a moment, before going even more frenzied.
Although I already knew that Lord Murphy doted on his mistress, I was still shocked to see it for the first time.
[I don't know if you guys heard it, but besides constantly talking about my Attia, Lord Murphy also called her "my darling." Ugh, so annoying! Saying it aloud makes me so cheesy.]
[So what if I heard it? I can only convince myself I didn't hear it, after all, no bug was calling me "baby."]
I'll call you twice, baby, baby.
【roll. 】
[You're a hypocrite upstairs.]
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"Murphy." A voice suddenly came from behind Murphy.
Murphy turned around and saw President Nehemiah, whose hair was slightly gray. Given his earlier ruling on Bennett, Murphy maintained a polite demeanor. "Your Excellency, what can I do for you?"
President Nehemiah shook his head, his face kind and gentle. "It's nothing. I didn't even have a chance to properly greet you last time we met. Are you feeling better?"
The last time they met? Mömphrey only remembered President Nehemiah's visit before the testing and his unexpected visit during the testing. He hadn't spoken to the president on either occasion, but since he said they hadn't properly greeted each other, it meant they had at least spoken...
Ah, what he said might not have been very pleasant, but I didn't expect Nehemiah to not be angry.
"I'm much better, thank you for your concern."
President Nehmeya nodded, then turned his gaze to Attiyah. "I am sorry for the harm Bennett caused you. I will have the court calculate all the losses you suffered due to the previous wrong ruling and return them to you along with compensation."
Attiyah nodded in thanks. "Thank you, Your Excellency President."
Nehemiah smiled, asked the two insects a few more questions, and then handed Morpheus a piece of paper with a string of numbers on it. "You are now an S-class male insect. The courses you take now will be more advanced. This is my contact number. If you have any questions about your studies, you can ask me."
Moffer accepted the communication number, thanked him politely, and Nehemiah nodded in acknowledgment before turning and leaving.
At this moment, Daniel and Rodney, who had been secretly observing from the corner, came forward and greeted Attia first, "Hello, Attia."
Attiyah responded with a nod.
After completing this series of polite procedures, the two insects began to reveal their true colors.
Daniel cupped his face in his hands, looking like a desperate, resentful woman. "Möphyr, you actually got to speak with President Nehemiah! I'm so jealous, so jealous! I want to speak with the President too!"
Rodney stared at the paper in Murphy's hand, his eyes reddening. "The President even sent you something. Is this the perk of being an S-class male insect? I'm so envious."
Murphy was speechless. "He was right here. Why didn't you two come up and say a few words?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two insects started looking around and whistling. Clearly, they said one thing and did another, and were incredibly cowardly.
Rodney started to change the subject, "Let me see what the President gave you."
It wasn't anything you couldn't look at. Murphy simply unfolded the paper and placed it in front of them. "Communication number, not a bank card."
"You dare to complain about the phone number?"
Daniel stared at the paper in disbelief, wishing he could keep it as a family heirloom.
"You should be secretly happy. Lots of bugs don't even have President Nehemiah's contact number." He was one of those bugs, sobbing.
Murphy waved the paper in front of him. "Is it valuable? Do you want it? I'll sell it to you."
Daniel's expression twisted. "Huh? This is His Excellency the President's communications number! You're going to sell it? You're an S-class male insect, how come you still look like you're obsessed with money?"
"Oh, so what? Who would complain about having too much money?"
"But now that you mention it, does that mean all S-class male insect communication numbers are valuable? How about I put my communication number online and charge people to add me? What do you think of that idea?"
"..."
"..."
Daniel gripped Murphy's shoulders and shook him back and forth, his face filled with grief and indignation. "I can't believe you're an S-class male insect now. You don't understand. Let me be it! I want to be it! I want to be it!"
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On the same day, the Central Court published the trial results on the StarNet website. Simultaneously, they also released another indictment announcement.
The gist of the case is that Bennett instigated the male insect protection association to maliciously manipulate the testing equipment to tamper with the results, and then killed the insects involved after the incident. Soon after, the prosecutor's office will file charges against him, and this trial will be used to convict him of multiple crimes.
【ah? 】
[What? Bennett was responsible for the instrument malfunction before? What is he incapable of? Has this one bug monopolized the entire upper echelons of the Federation?]
[It's Bennett again. Now I'm not surprised by anything he's done; this kind of scum who disregards female insects is utterly despicable.]
Fortunately, His Excellency the President was discerning and did not protect Bennett, this cancerous tumor.
[At this point, I want to apologize. I misunderstood Lord Morpheus. I didn't realize that Lord Morpheus was the one who truly cared about the lives of female insects. I said some very offensive things in my previous comments, and I am truly, truly sorry.]
Honestly, he didn't go on and on like Bennett, but when he said that females aren't lowly and males aren't noble, I was genuinely struck by it.
[I have always believed in Lord Murphy. He treats his female so well, always calling her "darling" and "baby." I have always trusted his female, and I don't think such a male would do anything heinous.]
[Your Excellency Murphy, I apologize for my previous indiscretion. I am sorry.]
[Mr. Murphy, I'm sorry, you are the best male!]
A wave of apologies to Murphy swept through StarNet, and its momentum was so great that it took a long time to subside.
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The Duke's Mansion of the Dawn Empire.
"Brother, how are you feeling right now?"
Milton helped his brother sit up and looked at him anxiously. His brother's face was still pale, but his eyes looked much brighter.
"...I think I'm alright now."
Cromwell looked at the back of his hand. The veins that had been bulging uncontrollably had completely subsided, and the reddish skin had returned to normal. His mind was calm. It could be said that this was the first time he had felt such peace since he was born.
Was it the effect of that bottle of uncertified medicine?
His clumsy younger brother seems to have really hit the jackpot this time.
Milton noticed something was off. "Brother, your tentacles and wings..."
Cromwell shook his head. "I don't know why I can't take it back."
Because the wings are too big, they cannot leave the cooling-off room for the time being, so the doctor has to bring the equipment over.
The test results came out quickly. The doctor stared at the fluctuations in the instrument results, his eyes wide, and exclaimed in amazement, "It's amazing, like a miracle! The young master's condition has completely reversed. His mental domain, which was in complete chaos just now, is now completely calm. I have never seen any pheromone drug that can have such a miraculous effect."
Milton pressed further, "Are you alright if your wings and antennae can't retract?"
The doctor said, "There's nothing wrong. It's probably just a side effect of the medication, and it should subside soon."
Milton's eyes lit up. "Great!"
All the insects were thrilled by the news.
At the same time, Milton immediately said to Cromwell, "Brother, I remember the instructions for the potion say that the effect only lasts for one month. We must grab a few more bottles and keep them at home for you to use."
"But this boss is strange. He only sells it on the 1st and 15th of each month, and only sells 100 bottles each time. Each account is limited to one bottle. Of course, the strangest thing is that such a magical potion only costs 500 star coins."
Cromwell smiled and said, "That means the insect that made it is a truly benevolent insect."
Milton added, "Yes, yes, my brother was able to recover this time thanks to this potion."
"However, the matter of seizing the medicine can be left to the butler to arrange entirely."
Cromwell's expression turned serious.
"Milton, I have something more important to give you."
Cromwell's seriousness startled Milton. "Brother..."
"During this period, I will have the housekeeper spread the news that I am seriously ill, and you will handle all matters that require my presence."
Milton was taken aback, instinctively wanting to refuse, "But I..." No, it won't work.
Cromwell's expression softened, and he patted Milton's head. "Milton, today's events have shown me that you are now an excellent worm."
In the limited sounds he could hear, Milton's decisions were decisive and firm, without the slightest hesitation or timidity. The little boy who used to follow him around crying for candy had unknowingly begun to stand on his own.
"I trust you."
My brother praised me and said he believes in me...
Milton felt a surge of energy, as if every cell in his body was boiling. He shouted with boundless enthusiasm, "Yes!"
Cromwell looked at his silly grin and a smile crept onto his lips as well.
However, while the other insects couldn't see the situation, he knew something was definitely wrong. His body was far from being on the verge of losing control, and it was impossible for him to suddenly face such a crisis. Someone must have tampered with him.
Since that's the case, he decided to play along. He wanted to see what the mastermind behind the scenes who had caused him to lose control was up to.
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As night fell, moonlight filled the room, and the slumbering silver-haired female insect suddenly opened her eyes. One of her eyes had red spreading from the edge, gradually staining the entire pupil.
Blood……
Lots of blood...
One after another, blood-stained, unconscious faces appeared before his eyes. They were so familiar, so familiar that just seeing them reminded him of each insect's little quirks and the things they had experienced together.
But now they are all dead.
Why... even though a genius has seen it before...?
Why……
Atiyah seemed to be standing in darkness, walking forward unconsciously, not knowing how long he had been dragging his heavy steps.
He saw an insect standing not far in front of him with its back to him. It was familiar, with short silver-white hair, a fierce aura, and a black combat uniform. The insect slowly turned its face, and a pair of red eyes stared coldly at him from that familiar face.
The insect said, "Have you forgotten?"
What did I forget...? Did I forget something very important?
Atiya's pale purple eyes were filled with confusion.
"Have you forgotten their deaths, forgotten why you're standing here?"
I……
I……
Atia met those red pupils head-on, felt his mind go blank, and a scene suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The large female insect was covered in wounds, new and old, layered together. Her tall body was so thin that she was almost skin and bones. She knelt in a courtyard. A small, thin male insect, whose face was obscured, was wielding a spiky whip. Whip marks appeared on the large female insect's body, and blood quickly soaked her clothes. The large female insect seemed to feel no pain, remaining silent until blood flowed all over the ground and snow fell all over the sky. "Thump," she fell into the coldest snow and never got up again.
The scene shifts to a slender female insect, short in stature and not very strong. Half of her face is covered in blood and pockmarked with scratches. The male insect, the culprit, sits in a chair, throws down the razor blade in his hand, and then disgustedly wipes the blood off with a clean towel. He says with a look of revulsion, "Insect patterns are the most disgusting thing."
...
Finally, there was a female insect with long silver hair, hanging in a cage. Her eyes were gouged out, her vocal cords were severed, her antennae were pulled out, her wings were torn off, and she was whipped until her body was covered in wounds. Then she was placed in an inconspicuous corner as a mediocre exhibit until she bled out her last drop of blood...
ah……
Atiyah was stunned.
The silver-haired, red-eyed female insect in front of me gradually transformed into the pitiful, bleeding figure in the final scene.
"who I am?"
Do you remember?
you……
Who are you……
You are me.
Atiya suddenly opened his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his pupils filled with an empty, still-stunned look.
Huff... huff...
He remembered.
I remember everything...
Suddenly, a small sound came from beside him, causing Atia to tense up as if on cue, his eyes as cold as a thin blade, as if they would be drawn at the slightest provocation.
One hand wrapped around Atia's waist, pulling him into a warm embrace, the other hand gently patting his back, the voice soothingly and gently.
"Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, nightmares are just dreams, you are safe now."
Atia looked up and met a pair of slightly sleepy but still very gentle eyes, the beautiful black pupils reflecting only his dazed figure.
Judging that Atia had recovered somewhat, Murphy reached for a handkerchief on the bedside table and carefully wiped the cold sweat from Atia's forehead.
Murphy smiled reassuringly at Attia, "It's alright, it's nothing now."
Then he saw his usually aloof and self-disciplined wife bury her head in his chest and hug his waist tightly. He knew that this was the first time his wife had taken the initiative in all the days they had shared a bed.
It must have been a terrible nightmare. Murphy gently patted Atia's head. "It's okay, go to sleep. You won't have nightmares anymore."
Tiny strands of spiritual energy emanated from his body and gradually merged into Atia's body. Soon, Atia's tense body relaxed, and his breathing gradually became steady, although his hands still clung to Mophiel's waist.
Murphy was delighted. Normally, it wouldn't be easy to get the shy beauty to do this. He yawned slightly, and in that embracing position, he too fell into a deep sleep.
Winter is fast approaching, and with two more machine-induced stimuli, maintaining consciousness every day will require even more energy. The closer we get to the very last month, the harder it will be to control. It seems I need to find an opportunity to leave for a while...
The abnormality in his left wrist seemed to be a constant reminder of something important to him. What could it be...?
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Author's Note: Thank you AAA for the gift! *kissing sounds* [heart eyes][starry eyes][cheers]
Thank you to "Sunny Sky," "Dragon Picking Rain," and "Little Fox" for the nutrient solution! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Keep it up!]
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