Chapter 90
You are more ruthless than Marshal Celt. This cold-blooded insect, who weighs the pros and cons decisively, would be soft-hearted towards you, yet you showed no mercy when you annihilated him.
Marshal Celtic was once only a hair's breadth away from the highest position of power. Only Dick knew how much he had sacrificed to reach that position step by step.
Ultimately, they all perished because of this male insect. Dick couldn't help but feel resentful. He raised his head and looked directly at Hilgard, hoping to find a last bit of warmth in his eyes.
However, no.
"Dick!" Isidore shouted sternly, but Dick did not lower his head. Isidore frowned deeply, and several female soldiers quickly approached and dragged Dick away.
Isidore bowed deeply and said apologetically, "Your Highness, please forgive Dick's lapse in composure. Dick has just gone through a war and his mental state is not stable."
Logically, communications should be shut down at this moment. Isidor hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Your Highness, I have been away from the capital planet for many years. There is only one thing I feel I should tell you about what happened on Nuka six years ago."
The male insect sat upright in the brightly lit room. This light was not from the sun, but rather created by the insect itself, so cold it was as if shrouded in a thin layer of ice.
This makes the handsome male insect seem so distant, seemingly unattainable no matter how ardent his feelings.
"Speak," the male insect said coldly.
"Six years ago, His Highness Sirius was very interested in mechas. I was fortunate enough to become His Highness Sirius's teacher. After a brief encounter with His Highness Sirius, I returned to the military." He first explained the background.
“Your Highness, I have always regarded the Marshal as my benefactor and mentor. Originally, the Marshal was the best choice to guide Prince Sirius. I arrived first because I was stationed closer, and the Marshal followed closely behind. He should have arrived at Prince Sirius's side, but he saw you.”
In those ruins, the young male insect, waiting alone for death, looked up helplessly and bewilderedly at the endless sky, and also looked into the eyes of the ambitious female insect.
He should have turned away without hesitation and made the most accurate choice at that moment; the death of this male prince only reduced one competitor for the future.
He handed the male insect over to the other female soldiers behind him. His mission was to reach Sirius, but when the star beast's claws cruelly slashed down, he saw the sadness welling up in the little male insect's eyes. He was calmly waiting for death.
For a moment, there was a pause, and the powerful female insect swooped down, its image etched into the deep blue eyes of the young male insect.
Thus began this endless entanglement that will last a lifetime.
"Oh? So what?" Hill calmly lifted her eyelids. "Saving male insects is the duty of female soldiers."
Am I supposed to be grateful to him? No, I won't.
“Yes, you don’t need to,” Isidor lowered his eyes, staring silently at the ground. His throat tightened, and he said hoarsely, “Because the Marshal chose you, missing the best opportunity, which gave me the chance to take advantage…”
"I will only return to the capital planet if the marshal gives the order."
"If you mind that engagement—"
The marshal didn't choose you because he had no other options; from the very beginning, you were the only one he wanted to choose.
“No, you’re wrong,” the male insect’s ethereal voice interrupted Isidore’s difficult words. “Six years ago, Sirius didn’t necessarily have to advance.”
Isidore's voice stopped abruptly. He looked up at the handsome male insect in astonishment, watching his pale lips slightly curl up and his thin lips open and close: "You were the one who was injured and whose mental sea collapsed first. Sirius had feelings for you."
Hill's lips curled into a wide smile, revealing a chilling sarcasm: "Between going back to save me and saving the female insect he likes, Sirius chose to save you."
The greening period lasts for fifteen days, and the male insect that promised to wait for him to come back to save him, his brother, is destined not to return.
It was never that Sirius had to choose a female insect because he had reached the advancement stage; rather, he entered the advancement stage ahead of time because he wanted to save the female insect he liked.
In Isidore's suddenly frozen gaze, the male insect slowly said with a mocking, almost malicious tone, "And you chose to betray Sirius because you felt sorry for Marshal Celtic."
"Perhaps this is the price he pays for abandoning me; the insects he chose also abandoned him without hesitation."
This is the truth from six years ago. The reason why Sirius was willing to draw blood every week to help him fake his pheromones was because Sirius felt guilty towards him and did all this to win his forgiveness.
Isidore opened his lips, as if wanting to say something, urgently wanting to ask something, but at that moment the image suddenly distorted and shook, swallowing his voice. He lunged at the command console, but could not stop the communication from disappearing.
A deafening explosion and out-of-control alarms blared.
"Warning! Warning! The starship is under massive attack!"
"The enemy insects have launched a full-scale attack—"
The scene abruptly ended, leaving only Hill, the insect, in the room. After a brief, suffocating silence, Cyrus entered, his male form blocking the light and hiding the young male in shadow.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes clear as a lake, yet only a gentle calm remained: "I accept your compensation."
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "I forgive you."
Sirius frowned, reaching out as if to stroke his long hair, a hint of pain in his eyes. Hill did not flinch, speaking only just as Sirius's hand was about to touch him.
"Isidore was attacked on the front lines."
Sirius's hand indeed froze.
Just as I expected, it's always been like this.
Hill closed his eyes slightly: "You can get out of here now."
Sirius, put away your hypocritical pity, I don't need it.
“Hill…” Sirius’s voice rang out in a sigh, filled with endless pity and heartache, but he could not continue speaking.
The insect-made sun and moon alternated, and a day and a night had passed. Hill sat by the window, his personal terminal constantly ringing, but he didn't want to listen or look.
After the news of his acceptance of the female servant spread, there was silence for two days. After that, the rumors intensified, the StarNet was overrun, and countless female insects were attacking him. The insults were very harsh, but he didn't want to hear them or see them.
Sometimes he just wanted to curl up, but it was cold when he curled up, and he wanted to find a warm place to curl up, like returning to his female father's embrace.
However, there was nowhere behind him that was his haven, and he lowered his eyes.
"Injection".
The cold medicine was injected into the female insect's pulse.
When Celt woke up, everything was pitch black. His limbs were bound by powerful machinery. He could feel the restraint ring that was piercing his neck still working, and a weak electric current was flowing through his bones.
His breathing became heavier, and something blocked his vision, making it impossible for him to see.
Celtic clenched his fists silently, gathering his strength, habitually estimating the force needed to break free of the bindings, and then suddenly realized a refreshing pheromone, elusive yet ever-present, like a crescent moon hanging in the sky since time immemorial.
"Hill?"
He hadn't spoken for so long, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a voice polished with sandpaper, yet it carried a certainty.
He was certain that the insect beside him was Hill.
He was very close, but his limbs were bound, so he could not move, touch, or see his lord.
"You've never believed me, not even now." A calm voice came from above, so close that he could almost feel the pheromones wafting past.
"Because you've had my genes tested and know that my chances of a second advancement are only 5%."
“But I don’t know,” the male insect’s voice was tinged with emptiness. “No insect ever told me, not even the male father, the female father, or the brother. I thought I was just like all the other insects.”
I will successfully pass through the second stage of development, reach adulthood, and then have a female insect that I like. So I boldly pursue my own happiness.
"If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have messed with you." He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Young male insects are foolish. They hope that the female insects they like will live a good life. If they cannot give the female insects they like the best of everything, and may even bring them death, the young male insects will really choose to give up.
"Just because I need the assistance of a 3S female soldier to survive the survival period, you still think I have ulterior motives, right?" His voice carried a hint of sadness, stirring Celtic's cold and hard heart.
“No,” Celtic’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he retorted in a low voice.
The male insect, however, ignored him and continued, a hint of sadness in his voice: "You doubt me, but why didn't you even ask me before deciding to destroy me?"
“I was wrong.” Celt didn’t try to deny it, admitting his mistake in a deep voice, “But I never intended to destroy you, I just—”
“You’re just trying to scare me, but I thought it was real. I thought you were really going to kill me.”
He was killed by the female insect he had loved for many years who had saved him.
"You don't allow any insects to get in your way, you're too ruthless, Marshal."
“If you don’t believe me, you can ask me or test me, but you did neither. You just wanted to destroy me the moment you sensed danger.”
His voice was low and hoarse as he repeated, "You want to destroy me."
You have no idea how terrified I am when faced with fear, how terrified I am to die in your hands.
His voice was low, but it couldn't hide the emptiness and sorrow within.
Celt could no longer endure it. He gathered strength in his limbs, and the insect patterns flowed between his bones. With a creaking sound that made insects' teeth ache, the machinery binding his limbs fell to the ground with a clatter.
The suppression ring then played its final role, releasing a powerful electric current.
A flash of white lightning streaked across the sky. Celt frowned, let out a muffled groan, and blood oozed from his neck. Celt's powerful body instantly collapsed to one knee.
He braced himself on the ground with one hand, but his hawk-like eyes were fixed on the little male insect.
The little male was wearing only a thin white bathrobe, curled up by the window, his long silver hair covering his thin body, his eyelids thin and burning. Celtic reached out to wipe away the male insect's tears.
Hill turned her head away: "If you doubt me, why did you fall into this trap? Why did you do this—"
“Because I am sincere to you.” Celt’s tall shadow enveloped the young male insect, who endured the pain.
"So what if you're sincere?" Hill didn't choke up, but warm, clear tears streamed down her cheeks. "Do you think your sincerity is worth anything?"
“Worthless,” Celt said, looking directly into Hill’s eyes, “a stinging pain rising in my chest. There are countless female insects in this world willing to give their hearts to you; I am but one of them.”
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