Chapter 36
Suddenly, amidst a dazzling blue light, a powerful female insect appeared, its sharp bony wings flapping outside the starship, shooting straight into the exploding nebula like an arrow released from a bow.
"Who is that? What kind of stupid insect would dare to charge out alone at a time like this?"
"Fool, that's the marshal!"
"marshal--"
The female soldiers felt reassured. For them, there was no problem that the Marshal could not solve. His Majesty the Insect Emperor had entered a period of decline, and the Marshal was currently the only and strongest insect in the empire.
Hill's fingers, which were resting on the transparent pod, tightened slightly. The movement was subtle, but it was still noticed by the perceptive Eric.
Eric comforted the delicate male insect with tenderness: "Your Highness, don't worry. With the Marshal's strength, there won't be any problems. Moreover, to ensure the safety of the starship, the Marshal has already ordered the First Army to clear the route in advance."
Along this waterway, you'll be undisturbed by any insects, only enjoying the beautiful scenery.
Yes, he cannot die yet, at least not for the time being.
Hill withdrew her hand from the soft cuff, slowly gathering the emotions that had just surfaced in her heart. She slightly raised her head, revealing the long, fair lines of her neck, and smiled sincerely: "Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Major General."
Eric's heart pounded, and he dared not look directly at His Highness. He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "No, you're welcome. If Your Highness needs anything..."
I am willing to answer any questions Your Highness may have.
But before he could finish speaking, a loud bang suddenly rang out outside the starship. It was a sound that made your teeth ache, as if a huge whole was shattering, and you could hear the cracks spreading outwards.
A moment later, a silver, lightning-like beam of light shot out from the blue light.
"Oh my god, that's a female insect—"
"Not the marshal? Is it an enemy attack?"
"Sixth and seventh teams, prepare to focus fire—"
The silver light that streaked out flew over like a meteor, but just before it hit, it stopped at the stern of the starship by a hair's breadth.
In the dark purple universe, he had a pair of huge white wings flapping, with a large black area at the tip of the forewings and wavy outer edges on the hindwings. Beneath the huge black and white wings was a straight and proud figure.
He wasn't as imposing as Marshal Celt, nor was he physically strong or intimidating. His entire being exuded a sense of uprightness and unrestrained power. His white military uniform cinched his lean waist, and there were faint specks of dust on his epaulets, but only a few.
The fact that he was only slightly covered in dust from Marshal Celtic's attack speaks volumes about his strength.
The female sailors on the warship, familiar with each other, immediately recognized their adversaries.
"It's Albert!"
"That's right, the wings of the Proud White Butterfly, that's it!"
"No wonder he was able to withstand the marshal's attack just now, he's really strong!"
The discussions inside the starship had no effect on those outside. Albert pressed his chest, seemingly letting out a long breath, before speaking loudly.
"Marshal Celt, please show mercy. Although it was my fault for not informing you in advance, wasn't I trying to give Your Highness a surprise?"
He smiled and suddenly turned around, looking at Hill through the transparent window. He bowed slightly, giving a very courteous greeting.
Even the numerous female soldiers behind the glass had to admit that this was indeed a beautiful female insect, and if it weren't for the exaggerated wings on its back, it might have been mistaken for a male insect.
He had beautiful blond hair that was meticulously trimmed to shoulder length. It was said that he was a member of the royal family who had been separated from the royal family. Judging from his hair color, the rumors did seem to have some truth to them.
A pair of deep, beautiful purple eyes met Hill's eyes, those eyes filled with a gentle smile: "Does Your Highness like this surprise?"
Behind him, a grand performance came to an end, and Celtic's figure flew out from the dark nebula, his gray eyes seeming to hold a storm brewing.
Through a transparent glass partition, Celt saw the handsome male insect prince lower his head slightly with a reserved air, his originally dim eyes illuminated by a constantly flickering and fading blue light.
—It was as if light shone again from those eyes.
Of course, Hill's reply could not be heard through the glass cabin. After a rigorous search procedure, the young Lieutenant General Albert, the daughter of the Federation Chief of Ceremonies, finally set foot on the Starbound Starship.
He was truly outstanding. His beauty, which was no less than that of the male insects, and his strong physique, which was different from that of the female insects, attracted the attention of the female insects. He always maintained a faint smile. He was young and handsome, and full of vigor.
"Marshal Celt, it's been a long time. It's a pity I don't have time to catch up with you. I must go and pay my respects to His Highness Hilgard now." Albert showed no displeasure after the search and put on his military cap with a smile.
Celt changed into a military uniform, his cold, gray eyes staring at the worm-like patterns that had violently appeared on the back of his hand. He pulled his military gloves tightly up to his wrist.
"Is the Marshal going too?" Albert strode forward. "Is he worried that I might harm His Highness? Although the Federation and the Empire have a rift, the Federation is in no way inferior to His Highness in his loyalty to the Male Insect."
He casually joked, and Celt strode forward without saying a word of nonsense. All the insects knew about Marshal Celt's strictness, and Albert was clearly no exception.
The female soldier had long legs and arrived at the garden in no time.
Hill remained seated by the window, surrounded by layers of flowers. He did not look towards the garden entrance, but instead gazed quietly at the starry sky and the universe outside the glass.
Albert respectfully removed his hat in greeting, and after stopping a short distance away, asked again, "Did Your Highness like the surprise I gave you?"
Hill did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment before saying, "Though beautiful, it will eventually disappear."
"There are too many asteroids in this universe that have no home. If Your Highness can have a moment of happiness, then that would be their greatest value and honor."
The male insect, who had been gazing silently at the universe, slowly turned around. Not far from him, young Albert was looking at him intently.
Behind him stood the cold, imposing Celt. Was the tall female insect here to guard against the double-S female insect Albert, or for some other reason?
The place he couldn't find in those cold, gray eyes turned out to be everywhere in the eyes of the other female insects. Hill's lips curled up slightly.
Albert didn't speak until Hill looked at him directly.
"I originally planned to meet Your Highness on Akeron Star in half a month, but I came early because I was so eager to see you. Please forgive my intrusion."
He first apologized, then raised his question: "A year ago, I also made this request to Your Highness, but you refused."
In a corner where no insects could be seen, Celtic's calm eyes suddenly sharpened, like a still lake suddenly rippled.
A year ago, before Hill came to his side, Hilgard's guide was Albert.
Impossible. If Hilgard slept with two S-class female insects, and they were guide insects, he would need at least one female servant position.
Hill tilted her head slightly, as if she had just remembered this, and with a slightly puzzled smile, asked softly, "So, you're bothered by this?"
“Of course not,” Albert’s smile widened, and he boldly took two kneeling steps forward. The guards were hostile to any female insect that got too close to the male insect prince, and immediately stepped forward. Hill, however, slightly raised his hand, seemingly very curious about what the young female insect wanted to do.
He crawled to Hilgard and placed his long, slender hand on the edge of the wicker chair: "Your Highness, flower thorns can easily hurt your hands."
The garden is planted with Duke of Monaco roses, which are pure white due to insufficient sunlight and have a faint fragrance. Their only drawback is that the branches are a bit soft and have many thorns.
Eric, standing to the side, was extremely annoyed. He had been in charge of procurement and hadn't paid attention to this matter, forgetting that it might harm His Highness. But now he was speechless, and without even realizing it, a faint jealousy rose in his eyes.
Hill rested his hand on the wicker chair, the entwined flowers catching on his soft sleeve.
Albert, a gentleman, carefully untangled the flower thorns from his hands, and offered his hand as a safety net for Hill during his moment of hesitation.
It's quite obvious that he has ulterior motives.
The wicker chair has thorns; where can Hilgard put his hands? It's obvious.
The male insect held its hand in the air, and Albert carefully and delicately held the male insect's hand, lowered his head and planted a kiss on the back of the white hand.
His warm breath gently touched the male insect's delicate skin, causing it to blush slightly. Albert's voice was somewhat magnetic.
“Your Highness, I just want to say that I am honored to have this opportunity again to compete for your position as Queen Consort.”
Although it's called competition, it seems like they're determined to win.
The scalding heat seemed to burn Hill; his hands curled back slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he seemed to unconsciously close his eyes, his breathing becoming erratic.
The subtle, fresh scent of Sophie Rosa wafted out, seemingly confirming this conjecture.
Hill is a very sensitive little male insect; often, just holding his hand will make him gasp for breath and burrow into his arms.
Disordered breathing often indicates that he is feeling something.
Does he have feelings?
This is his unmarried female insect. If the marriage is finalized, this female insect has the right to serve her male master at any time. Albert is a bold and unrestrained insect who knows how to push his luck.
Eric couldn't hide his disappointment. He didn't want to watch this scene, even though he knew it was normal. But who else could he look at if he looked away? The Marshal, of course—
Eric, by chance, suddenly realized that something was wrong with the Marshal. Among the insects present, it seemed that the Marshal was the one with the most emotional fluctuations.
But how could this be? The Marshal is Prince Sirius's unmarried female insect. Could it be due to the influence of Prince Hilgard's pheromones?
The storm in Celtic's eyes froze, and in that instant, veins bulged from his visible muscles, causing the ground beneath his feet to sink slightly.
“Albert—”
An angry shout rang out from afar, and Hilgard slowly raised his half-closed eyes to look towards the garden entrance.
There, a golden-haired male insect, as bright as the sun, strode toward them. He looked angry, his steps hurried and arrogant, followed by a gentle and refined female insect. The two insects were very close, keeping a close, almost conjoined, step-by-step relationship.
That was Nathaniel and his female insect, Hessen.
Nathaniel looked at Albert kissing Hill's hand, a real anger flashing in his eyes, and said with almost indignant mockery.
"Are the insects of the Federation so ill-mannered? To offend a male insect so blatantly on the very first meeting! According to Imperial law, they should be locked up in the courtroom immediately!"
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