Chapter 24
"Hill, the computer shows your temperature is very high. Are you sick?"
"I told you not to get caught in the rain, but you wouldn't listen."
Bright's voice came from near and far, as he tried to call his name.
"Hill? Hill! Has he lost consciousness? Immediately inform Prince Sirius and request that he inform the Marshal—"
"no......."
"No... it will alert the Marshal." Hill struggled to wake up from the nightmare. His forehead, back, and neck were covered in sweat, which had soaked through his pajamas. His head felt heavy, as if he had just been pulled out of the water after drowning.
Bright was nearly furious and didn't respond to anything else, but he immediately woke up when the marshal was mentioned.
"Only His Highness Sirius, the Marshal's fiancé, has the authority to visit the Marshal's private insect territory. Without notifying His Highness Sirius, neither I nor the medical insect guards could enter."
Bright calmly explained the situation: "Hill, you don't even have the right to enter or leave the Marshal's private residence."
Hill's heart skipped a beat. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, Bright wondered if he had spoken too harshly or if he had fallen unconscious again. Prince Sirius's communication device was already in his hand.
But he heard Hill's voice, very softly: "I know."
“I know the marshal hasn’t come to see me for seven days. I know the situation isn’t looking good. I know the marshal might be suspicious of me.”
"I know all that, but..."
“No buts,” Bright interrupted him. “Your pheromone deficiency is nearing its limit, which means that your second advancement could begin at any moment. If things don’t work out here, Marshal, we need to choose an alternative insectoid immediately.”
"The First Army, the Second Army, the Borough Family, and Riwell—"
“No,” a soft but firm voice interrupted him. The little male insect, lying on the hospital bed, had eyes wet with fever, revealing a misty moisture. He was breathing heavily. “If it’s not a marshal who accompanies me through the second advancement, then I don’t want to go through the second advancement.”
“Hill, stop being so willful. You should go back to the Holy City to recuperate and focus on preparing for your second advancement.” Bright’s tone became anxious.
“I’ve been in isolation and recuperating in the Holy City for the past ten years or so, but I haven’t gotten much better,” Hill said, placing his arm on his forehead and slowly revealing a slightly pale smile, a genuinely happy smile.
"Only during the days I spent by the Marshal's side five years ago could I feel the flow of life. Of course, it still is now. I want to try harder."
“Bright, if I am ultimately unable to advance to the second stage, I hope to stay by the Marshal’s side until the last moment of my life.”
“Hill—”
"I'll go find the Marshal, don't worry about me." The communication was cut off, leaving only a long silence. Cold sweat began to break out on Bright's back, and he had a feeling that this was an ominous sign.
Hill rested in bed for a while and finally regained some strength. The robot insect brought over two breakfasts: one was a nutritious meal prepared for the male insects, and the other was a simple nutrient solution for the female insects.
The robot was set up by the marshal. Before bringing him over, the marshal probably considered living with him. Unfortunately, the events at the manor made the marshal suspicious.
How could a D-class male insect from a remote region possibly find the address of the marshal's victory celebration banquet and get inside the capital planet where he has no relatives or friends? There's something fishy about that.
But the marshal simply left him here without making things difficult for him or asking him too many questions. He must like him, right?
Definitely.
After all, the marshal was decisive and resolute in his actions, and he wouldn't keep things he didn't like around him.
Hill felt a little tired, so he simply picked up a bottle of nutrient solution, drank it, turned on his personal computer, and carefully selected an angle to take a picture for the marshal to see.
A wilted tangerine: Marshal, today's nutrient solution is tangerine-flavored, and it's kind of like my pheromones!
There have been many messages already, but the Marshal has not yet replied.
Hill thought for a moment and cheered herself up a bit. She set up her computer to slowly rise into the air. After thinking for a moment, she pulled down her collar a little, revealing her fair and distinct collarbone. She really wanted to pull the blanket down as well.
On the warship, he noticed that the marshal liked to wrap his arms around him and hold his waist. The marshal's tentacles were very hot, but it seemed a bit inappropriate for the insect to pull down the blanket. However, the marshal liked it.
He took photos for a long time, and finally selected the best one to send to the marshal, along with a photo of the computer's temperature detection.
A wilted tangerine: Marshal, I think I'm a little sick. [Image][Image]
Aren't the photos a bit too explicit? Aren't they a bit too much?
Hill buried his head in the blankets, but every minute was agonizing, and after a long time, there was still no news.
Five minutes have passed, why hasn't the marshal replied yet?
Hill felt her face burning. After thinking for a moment, she thought, "Since I've already posted it, it wouldn't hurt to post a little more, right?"
Doesn't the StarNet say that most worms prefer worms who are more fun and proactive?
Should I send a text message? But text messages aren't very impactful, are they?
The little male insect cleared its throat and pressed the screen of the quantum computer.
A listless tangerine said, "Marshal, I heard that when you're sick, your body temperature is very high, and it feels very comfortable."
After typing those words, Hill felt his body temperature rise again, so high that he felt dizzy and for a moment thought he was going crazy.
It must be because the illness has made him delirious.
How could I like the Marshal so much that I would say something like that? But then again, I really, really like the Marshal.
He covered his face and heard his heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. He was having trouble breathing and needed an injection to treat his overly rapid heartbeat.
But what should we say when the medical bug arrives? Should we say that we were so ashamed that our heart rate dropped because we sent the marshal ambiguous photos and voice messages?
That's practically a death sentence for society.
He drifted off to sleep again amidst this suffocating mix of anticipation and shame.
Capital Star, primeval forest.
The capital planet had completely expelled the Star Beasts six hundred years ago, transforming the entire planet into an ecological environment suitable for the Zerg to live in. The remaining forests were completely under the surveillance and control of the Zerg.
These forests are occasionally opened to Imperial Universities and certain nobles who need to hunt, and are home to various rare star beasts.
"唳——"
At that moment, with a sharp screech, a huge flying quasar fell from the sky, crushing large sections of tall trees.
A fierce and powerful figure descended, its black bone wings, which blotted out the sky, unfurled sharp, knife-like bone spikes, and its insect-like claws mercilessly slashed open the neck of the dying star beast.
Blood splattered like a waterfall, and the dying star beast struggled, but it couldn't harm the strong female insect in the slightest.
A quarter of an hour later, the blood had all drained away, and the star beast lowered its huge claws in despair. A powerful female warrior leaned down on its head, and her insect claws tore open its unwilling eye sockets, from which she took out a crystal core that emitted a green light.
The royal family is an ancient clan, and any female insect that wants to become the queen insect must go through a series of complicated rituals, including following ancient rules and killing a star beast weighing at least two thousand tons.
A surge of fighting spirit and ferocity welled up in his chest, and the smoke of battle almost materialized into a tangible haze, threatening the entire jungle.
“Marshal, your pheromone levels are too high; you are no longer fit to continue killing.” Dick approached, forcing himself to speak.
The new inhibitor temporarily suppresses the female insect's desire for male insects, but the female insects, who have been lacking male insects for a long time, have highly unstable mental states and may lose control at any time. Killing is the simplest and quickest way to release this desire, but it may also be the trigger for losing control.
A pair of cold, inorganic eyes looked over. They were bloodthirsty eyes, like a mech devoid of emotion or a beast that only knew how to kill. Even Dick felt a tremendous pressure.
Fear stems from the suppression of instinct.
Dick lowered his head.
A moment later, the shadow on the ground began to move, the huge bone wings were retracted, a ray of moonlight shone down, and steady footsteps walked down step by step.
Dick exhaled; the marshal's rationality returned.
"Give the largest one to Lord Sirius."
"Yes." Dick handed over the marshal's personal terminal.
Celtic accepted it indifferently; he was not used to wasting time and prepared to deal with any emergencies as he walked.
The first thing that popped up was the communication from the young male insect.
He originally intended to scan the image first and deal with it later, but then he suddenly saw that photo.
The marshal was naturally fond of simplicity, and his private residence was also decorated in an exceptionally simple style, uniformly in black and white.
A small, white male insect lay on the black bed, the blanket piled up around his waist. His white pajamas were already somewhat see-through, and because his arms were raised, a section of his smooth waistline was faintly visible, his whiteness strikingly bright.
This is a beautiful body, lacking the marshal's well-defined abdominal muscles and clear, terrifying insect patterns; the faint blue veins seem like the subtle veins of life that lure the insects to explore.
He must have been sick; his cheeks were abnormally flushed, his temperature was high, and his beautiful blue eyes were misty and moist. His lips were bright red from the fever and slightly parted as if he were panting.
It was easy for Chong to recall the stormy night of the celebration banquet, the damp temperature in the moonlight, the constant patter of rain outside the window, the approaching knocking on the door, and the little creature's fearful whimpers.
One hand was slightly curled up above the lips, covering the nose and breath, as if it couldn't bear the thought of biting its own arm, while the other restless paw was placed on the pile of blankets below the abdomen, as if trying to pull it up, or as if trying to pull it down.
The little male insect is entirely white, with a warm glow emanating from its collarbone, as if it were gathering a pool of tender water. This is an animated image; the only brightly colored part of the little creature's body trembles slowly in the shadow of its collarbone.
It looks like a bamboo tube filled with water that is about to drip and overflow.
Celtic's steady steps suddenly came to a halt.
A moment later, without any warning, he suddenly unfurled his enormous bone wings and soared into the air, emitting a savage, gunpowder-like pheromone that terrified insects.
"marshal?!"
"What's going on? Has the marshal lost control?"
"Which direction did the marshal go?"
"The capital city, that's the direction of the capital city!"
Thousands of meters in the air, Celtic heard the little male insect's voice. His voice, slurred by illness, was no longer as clear as before, but rather low and weak, like a stormy night when he finally couldn't utter a sound.
The soft, warm sound rang in my ears, seemingly kissing the cold, hard heart of the female insect.
"Marshal, I heard that when you're sick, your body temperature is very high, and it feels quite comfortable."
The implication was almost obvious.
So, do you want to use me?
Author's Note:
Oh dear, what picture did Little Hill send to the Marshal? [doge emoji] Peeking [let me see] [evil grin]
Marshal: Shut up
I really want to write about the time when Hill and the Marshal first met. I feel that young Hill and the Marshal were so beautiful back then, like a sickly beauty who had never seen the world, always confined to a glass window, experiencing the powerful charm of life flowing through her for the first time, feeling warmth for the first time. She was cherished and protected by the Marshal, and he was ambitious, not blindly obedient [please]. Finally, she opened her heart and fell in love, only to be deceived again—it's so pitiful [please].
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