Chapter 43
"His Highness Hilgard has been kidnapped—" Chaos erupted in the banquet hall, filled with screams and running. The female soldiers were able to handle the situation, but the large number of noble males and sub-females present were unable to cope with such a crisis.
Albert, being of a higher level, immediately spread his wings and chased after them after a brief pause, followed by Eric, who also took to the air.
In the chaos, a male insect rushed to the edge of the hotel, just one step away from falling. Dick's pupils contracted and he quickly reached out to grab Sirius's sleeve.
"Your Highness Sirius—"
The male insect only possesses spiritual power; its wings have degenerated and cannot unfold. This time, the hotel on Akeron Star is hundreds of meters high. If His Highness the Male Insect falls, all the insects escorting him will be sent to the court of judgment, and the sentence will likely be death.
"Let go—" Sirius gripped the glass tightly, crimson blood flowing down his sleeve, but he didn't care. He just anxiously looked up at the endless night sky, the wind on the rooftop making his blond hair fly wildly.
"Your Highness! It was the Marshal who took Prince Hilgard away—"
Dick dared not let go, not only because of Sirius's noble status, but also because only he could cure the marshal's symptoms. In two months, the marshal would marry Sirius!
Of course, nothing can happen to him!
Hearing the name, Sirius calmed down slightly, then slammed his fist into the cracked glass: "It's him again!"
Nathaniel was in a much better situation. He was always surrounded by a group of female servants and slaves who spread their bone wings to protect him the moment the attack occurred. He could only vaguely hear the screams outside, which made him so angry that he flapped those wings haphazardly.
He roared angrily, "What are you all doing surrounding me? Didn't you see Hill was kidnapped? Go after her!"
"Your Highness, please be patient, I'll be right there." Hesen gently stroked the male insect's undulating back, then nimbly spread his bone wings and flew away with Brandon.
"That warmonger Celt can't even handle this little thing! Sirius is still your queen, what a waste! A complete waste!"
Nathaniel, berating every single insect, stormed towards the window, kicking over roadside decorations as he went. "Albert's a piece of trash too! He ruined an engagement party like this! They should all be locked up in a correctional facility—"
As he spoke, he and Sirius gazed at the boundless night sky.
"General, aren't we going to pursue Marshal Celtic?" Brandon, the female servant, asked hesitantly as they stopped on the top floor.
Hessen lit a cigarette, his gentle gaze following Nathaniel's furious outburst downstairs.
"No insect in the empire can catch up with Celt."
He made his judgment, and then said in a gentle tone, "Isn't it better for Celt to openly flee with Hilgard and not come back?"
“Sirius will lose a powerful marriage prospect, and as for Hilgard,” Hessen narrowed his eyes, “don’t you think his illness is suspicious?”
“Hilgard has a genetic defect and has been immersed in various nutrient pods since birth. In order to treat him, His Majesty the Insect Emperor sought treatment methods from across the entire galaxy. Just half a year ago, his illness was suddenly kept secret, supposedly because S-class male insects are rare.”
“Both of us have experienced promotion. Promotion is a leap in the entire level of life, and both genes and physical qualities will improve to a certain extent. The same goes for male insects. But Hilgard, don’t you think his situation is actually worse than before?”
Six years ago, he was unable to walk. After the Nuka Star incident, with the help of various medical treatments, he was able to recover to a barely normal state. However, starting six months ago, he has fallen into a situation where he has difficulty standing again. This is by no means something a high-spirited S-class male insect who has successfully advanced to the top should be like.
"I suspect he was promoted forcibly, and the whole process was not perfect, which is why he urgently needs a suitable double S female insect for marriage to help him recover."
"What do you mean?" Brandon's heart sank.
“If we bring him down, the male lord will have one less competitor.” Hesen gazed gently at Nathaniel, who had brilliant golden hair. “Of His Majesty the Insect Emperor’s three male insects, only the male lord is an A-rank insect. The situation is very unfavorable.”
Should we target the male? Brandon frowned.
Seemingly sensing Brandon's hesitation, Hessen's gentle expression remained unchanged, but his voice turned colder: "Brandon, have you forgotten? How did we swear when we married the Lord that we would be forever loyal to him, above all else?"
"But it seems that the Lord doesn't truly care for Prince Hilgard..."
So heartless.
"The lord believed that his only rival was Sirius, so he tried to win over Hilgard, but he forgot."
"Hilgard himself is also an Overlord Insect. Wasn't his approach to Celt based on the above reasons?"
Hesen gave a sneer. Who would really believe that a male insect prince would endure humiliation and approach Celt just because of some so-called liking?
Hesen stubbed out his cigarette and waited for the night breeze to dissipate the faint smell of tobacco, making sure he wouldn't have a trace of smoke on him when he returned to see the male insect.
Like all pampered male insects, Prince Nathaniel hates the smell of smoke.
The thick smell of gunpowder enveloped Hill. At first, he didn't seem to hear the voice behind him. Was it Albert's or Eric's voice? He couldn't tell.
Soon the sounds gradually disappeared. The night sky was vast and boundless. Sharp bone wings pierced through the clouds and soared into the sky. He felt a stinging pain in his heart, but he didn't want to speak.
Until Celt changed his position, from holding him in his arms to lifting him horizontally, his muscular arms wrapped around his waist, and his palms pressed against his heart.
"Not feeling well?" Celtic noticed his slightly unsteady heartbeat and asked in a low voice.
Hill refused to open his eyes or answer.
For some reason, Celtic felt a pang in his heart. He suddenly remembered the first time he took the male insect into the air six years ago. Hill was terrified and unconsciously gripped his collar, curling up against his chest.
Is it that you are no longer afraid, or that even if you are afraid, you no longer depend on him?
What disturbed Celtic even more was that Hill was too calm; neither the fear of taking off nor the danger of shattered glass seemed to frighten him at all.
For a fleeting moment, Celtic wanted to stop and tear apart the female insects chasing him to extinguish the burning flames in his heart, but he couldn't.
He had a vague feeling that even the slightest tremor could shatter the fragile male insect in his arms. Celt was an insect who trusted his intuition, which had led him to victory in countless battles.
His intuition told him that Hill was a porcelain vase full of cracks, which would shatter at any moment if he were picked up with even a little too much force.
Hill gradually felt the flight speed decrease, and the surroundings were no longer cold. He heard the sound of flowing water, and then noticed the sound of landing.
Since there was no death to face, he slowly opened his eyes.
During this time, Celtic flew with him for a long time. The tall building where the banquet was held was no longer visible. They stopped on a floating island in the middle of a large river.
This is a very small island, only a few meters wide, with countless tree species growing from the water. Some trees are visible above the water, while others are completely submerged. The island where they are staying is a large tree with its crisscrossing roots filled with mud and sand, leaving a small patch of ground.
Celt bent down and sat down. Perhaps feeling that the ground was too damp, he did not put Hill down directly, but kept him in his arms, letting the male insect sit on his lap.
A burning hot hand rested on Hill's chest, as if cradling his heart: "Are you still in pain?"
Hill gazed quietly at the trees above; perhaps it was autumn, for golden leaves were falling softly due to the arrival of the powerful female insect.
"What does this have to do with you?" He said in a light, indifferent tone, with a hint of weariness, as he laboriously and slowly moved himself out of Celtic's arms.
He stepped out of the female insect's warm embrace, into the endless cold of the night, yet he refused to turn back.
"Please take me back to my queen."
Whether he's in pain or needs treatment is of course his mistress and his female attendants to take care of him. What does it have to do with you?
Yes, starting tonight, Hilgard is a male insect with an unmarried female lord, and his safety is entirely the responsibility of his female lord.
Celtic's previously taut nerves snapped abruptly, his cold, gray eyes revealing a chilling glint in his eyes: "What if I say no?"
Yes, I have no wings and cannot cross this boundless river. Haven't I always been regarded as a piece of trash?
Hill slowly stood up, supported by the tree trunk. The lake stretched endlessly under the night sky, and the tide gently lapped at the fine sand on the shore. He staggered step by step towards the water.
"Then I'll go back by myself."
He stubbornly left Celtic's embrace step by step, heading towards the unknown darkness, towards the female insect whose whereabouts he didn't even know.
Celtic felt as if his heart had been pierced by needles, a suffocating pain that was so intense it was almost numbing, yet he couldn't stop it, like the ebb and flow of the tide.
The male insect was thin and unsteady on its feet. Just as it was about to step into the icy river, a strong hand grabbed Hill's arm, preventing him from taking another step forward.
"Don't enter into a relationship if you don't like it."
Hill heard these words, mixed with the tide, and they sounded so absurd coming from Celt's mouth.
"Shouldn't the Marshal be well aware of this matter?" Hill said coldly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Do you and Sirius have feelings for each other? You went against your own will to enter into marriage, yet you question the choices of others.
"Females usually don't have a choice, but males are different."
Female insects have to fight tooth and nail for their lives and for their future, while male insects don't have to do that at all. They can easily get what countless female insects have struggled for their entire lives, just by doing what they want.
Hill wanted to smile, but even smiling seemed too tiring, so tiring that he didn't want to move his lips.
He desperately wanted to ask Celtic if there was truly no other choice. He had asked Celtic about his options more than once, but Celtic had always chosen Sirius.
Hill slowly closed her eyes, gazing at the river shimmering with silver light in the night: "Besides, who says I don't like Albert?"
Perhaps Sirius is right; how can you be sure you don't like something if you haven't tried it?
Albert is young, handsome, passionate, and romantic—why not give him a try?
With just that one sentence, the insect claws that were gripping Hill's arm suddenly tightened, pulling him backward.
Hill lost his balance, the entire weight of the insect pressing down on his back, with Celt's arms firmly restraining him around the waist.
The exhausted male insect was once again enveloped in a scalding embrace, so hot that its fingertips trembled.
"Is Albert really that good?" His hot breath tickled Hill's ear as his thin back pressed against the female insect's firm chest.
However, the voice was cold.
Author's Note:
All the insects thought that Hill's approach to the Marshal was a sign of enduring humiliation.
Only Hill is serious about pursuing love.
A bunch of conspiracy theorists mixed in with one naive, love-struck individual [poor thing]
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