Chapter 37
Nathaniel's reputation was known to all insects. Before the birth of Cyrus, he was the most popular male insect in the empire. He was extremely irritable, willful, and crazy. No insect doubted Nathaniel's sudden attack.
It's perfectly normal for Nathaniel to make things difficult for female insects; those as gentle and innocent as His Highness Hildegard are the exception.
Albert was surprised for a moment, but then turned around and bowed again with good manners: "Your Highness Nathaniel, I did offend His Highness Hilgard just now, but there was a reason for it. After all, according to the agreement, His Highness and I will soon be married."
He looked at Hilgard with a smile, his naturally captivating eyes always seeming to hold a smile: "I wonder if Your Highness Hilgard can forgive my impulsive offense?"
His words were so tender and affectionate that Hill's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she were shy, and she avoided his gaze.
Nathaniel ignored all that nonsense and immediately pointed: "He's already admitted it himself, what are you guards standing there for? Seize him! Lock him up!"
Albert: "......"
It is said that Princess Nathaniel is beautiful but brainless, and today I have seen it for myself. No wonder the Insect Emperor had to give birth to Sirius and Hilgard again at an advanced age.
This matter should be left to Hilgard's decision, but Hessen completely followed Nathaniel's instructions. The guards did not move, and Hessen took matters into his own hands. He had his own trusted men in charge of the Second Army. Several female insects surrounded him, blocking Hilgard's view as he approached.
“Your Excellency Albert.” Hessen gestured with his hand.
Albert represents the Federation and is certainly not someone who can be whipped at will, but the orders of the powerful leader cannot be disobeyed, so taking Albert away first completes half of the order.
Being interrupted is certainly not a pleasant thing, but fortunately Albert had a good attitude and left following the directions.
Before leaving, Hessen looked at Celt, who was the strongest female insect on the field. As the military marshal, he should take the lead in this conflict, quell Nathaniel's anger, and fight for the treatment that Albert deserved as a Federation envoy.
Marshal Celtic had always performed admirally, like a finely tuned machine, accurately finding his place both on the battlefield and in the internal conflicts.
But today was different; he remained a detached observer throughout.
Hesen's light-colored eyes seemed to be thinking of something, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Isn't this a good thing? It's unbelievable that Celtic could lose his mind one day.
This was a minor mistake, but also his weakness, and Hesen composed himself.
Having achieved his goal, Nathaniel raised his long neck and arrogantly surveyed the room.
The subtext is, "Why don't you all get out of here?" Hill and I have something to say.
Eric was somewhat worried about Nathaniel's arrogance, but he was powerless to resist. Celt, however, was decisive and bowed towards Hill: "Your Highness may call upon me at any time if needed."
His voice was calm and seemed infinitely reliable, but the usually gentle Hilgard didn't even spare him a glance, inexplicably stirring up a knot of resentment in Celtic's heart.
Although he didn't explicitly name which prince, anyone with eyes could see that he was referring to Hill.
What does this mean? Do you think I would be a threat to Hilgard? Nathaniel's brow furrowed sharply, about to explode in anger, but then, as if remembering something, he snorted and managed to hold back.
Celt turned and left. Nathaniel watched his retreating figure, veins bulging on his forehead, and he was furious.
Celt walked out of the garden, and Albert, as expected, was not punished. He belonged to the Federation, and imperial law had no effect on him.
"Marshal." Dick approached hurriedly, as if he had something to say, but Celt raised his hand to stop him and walked steadily toward the dark passage.
Albert seemed thoughtful; Marshal Celtic seemed to have left in a bit of a hurry.
Imperial law explicitly states that no photographs or videos of the male insect lord may be taken without his permission. The core compartment is a special case left over from when the insect emperor built it.
In the darkness, hatches opened automatically. Behind one hatch, a wall began to become transparent, gradually revealing lush trees and two handsome male insects.
Here, the movements of the male insects can be observed with perfect precision, but no sound can be heard.
Hill remained seated in the wicker chair, neither Albert nor Nathaniel able to get him up. His long, silver hair fell smoothly over his shoulders, partially obscuring his pale collarbone.
Only two male insects remained in the garden.
He tilted his head slightly up to look at the furious Nathaniel, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't understand what Nathaniel was so angry about.
Nathaniel was not a clever insect, but it was precisely because of his lack of intelligence that insects often found it difficult to understand his moods.
“Damn Celt! He actually tolerated that worm Albert kissing your hand!” His bloodshot eyes practically leaped with flames.
Hill paused slightly, as if those words had stung something, causing the curve of his lips to turn cold for a moment.
“But isn’t this normal?” He quickly softened his voice, lowered his eyes slightly, and seemed forlorn. “After all, Marshal Celtic has no obligation to speak up for me.”
He's a scoundrel who only cares about his own interests; as long as his core interests aren't harmed, how could he possibly show the slightest difference?
Nathaniel grew even angrier and charged toward Hilgard, his long, dazzling hair, as bright as the sun, flying wildly in the wind.
"Damn it, didn't you refuse to marry Albert?"
A year ago, when Hilgard was on the verge of a second advancement, His Majesty the Insect Emperor was choosing a female insect for his beloved male son. He selected Albert from among the young, beautiful female insects of similar family background and status.
Hilgard showed great disgust and opposition, and even spoke ill of Albert.
Because I like Marshal Celtic so much.
He liked her so much that even the enemy who briefly tied with him hated her for interrupting the Marshal's winning streak, and hated the slander against the Marshal on the StarNet. Seeing this female insect only made Hill feel more sorry for the Marshal, and more lonely.
Why was it him, and not Marshal Celtic, who appeared among the insects that were his potential female rulers?
Why did the Marshal choose Sirius? Sirius clearly doesn't like the Marshal at all, unlike me, who likes the Marshal so much that my heart aches. Every time I think about this, my heart feels sore and bitter.
However, when it was brought up again a year later, it felt like a lifetime had passed.
Hilgard's clear, icy blue pupils flickered slightly, and he slowly nodded, uttering the words, "Yes."
I was indeed unwilling to accept this marriage at the time.
Nathaniel revealed an expression of certainty, seemingly becoming extremely excited, his fiery eyes blazing with intense heat.
"Hill, if you beg me, I'll end this marriage for you, how about it?"
Hill paused, and Nathaniel, sensing his silence, immediately became enraged, his brows furrowing again: "You don't want to?"
Hill's raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled, a glimmer of light passing through them, slowly spreading out: "How could this be?"
The newly grown male insect still possesses the delicate features of someone between adolescence and adulthood. Its pale lips curl slightly upwards, its mouth is slightly parted, and its voice is clear and quiet, with a slightly prolonged ending.
He said, "Brother, please."
Nathaniel's breathing became noticeably more rapid. He was quite satisfied with the answer, and the corners of his mouth widened without any hesitation. His crimson pupils shone with a kind of blood-soaked brilliance.
"Hmph, don't worry, I'll definitely get Celtic back from Sirius for you!"
Then, seemingly very dissatisfied with Celt, he angrily said, "That stinking bug Celt, from now on, I'll tie him up and make him your female slave. You should teach him the rules of being a female bug properly!"
He looked down at Hilgard without speaking, then immediately reprimanded, "You can't bear to? Disobedient female insects should be severely punished! Until they learn to obey!"
Just like Hesen, no matter how busy the Second Army was, he would drop everything and follow him onto the Starbound Boundary if needed. Even if his rank was lower than Celt's, he would dare to go head-to-head with Celt if he needed to.
Female insects should be obedient like this to be worthy of male insects!
He expected Hill to object again. That's just how that little bug is. If he wants Celt, he should either grab him and force him to have it, or wait for Celt to kneel at his feet and beg for his pheromones.
The foolish Hill actually argued with him, believing that he should receive Celt's true heart and love? Isn't that something that should be offered to the male insect?! Why should he even bother to fight for it!
Hill simply nodded slightly, a faint smile slowly appearing on his face.
He said softly, "Okay."
Nathaniel, who had expected to be refuted, was actually a little uneasy. Hill actually agreed to teach him a lesson and demote him to a female slave once he got to Celt.
But this did not diminish his joy in the slightest.
Nathaniel was overjoyed at being recognized, while Celt's cold gaze silently observed this world through the glass window hidden by bushes not far away.
Dick was not allowed to enter. In this small and quiet space, in this silent world, there was only Marshal Celtic.
While he was worrying that the frail Hill would be targeted by the volatile and crazed Nathaniel, did he know that the male insects inside the glass window were discussing how to decide his fate and throw him into the abyss?
Hill raised her hand to support her forehead, a hint of weariness in her eyes: "Brother, I'm tired."
Nathaniel found the gentle voice unsettling and felt an urge to rub his ears. He also thought Hill might challenge him.
But Hill's health was indeed very poor. Nathaniel frowned deeply: "Then we should call them a medical team! The Empire supports them, and it's an honor for them to serve the male insects!"
Hill: "......"
The medical team filed in under Nathaniel's grand entrance, giving Sirius, who had rushed over, a jolt of fear.
When Nathaniel came out, he ran into Cyrus and immediately revealed a triumphant and arrogant mockery.
Sirius ignored him and barged in. The medical insects, as Prince Nathaniel had wished, had occupied all the space in the garden, and large medical equipment was about to be delivered.
Hilgard gently raised his hand to support his forehead, appearing perfectly normal.
Cyrus's heart calmed down a little, and he said to the medical insect, "You can leave now."
“But Your Highness Nathaniel…” the Healer Worm hesitated.
Sirius, usually a womanizer, turned unusually cold: "What Hill needs most right now is quiet!"
Due to Sirius's intervention, the Healer Bug had to leave in a hurry. As it left, it couldn't help but think that the rumors of the Empire were indeed true: His Highness Sirius and His Highness Nathaniel were irreconcilable enemies.
Once the garden had finally quieted down, Sirius stepped forward, frowning slightly: "Hill?"
Author's Note:
You're such a perfect match for my brother! [waving hand]
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