Chapter 91
Celt knelt on one knee, his bloodied hand touching the male insect's cheek: "Don't cry, Hill."
His usually cold and hard voice was unusually gentle, and those powerless tears slid from between his well-defined fingers, one drop at a time, falling into the female insect's heart, turning into the strongest rope, binding the female insect's heart tightly.
In that instant, Celtic suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. His straight back bent, and he held the helpless young male insect in his heart.
This female insect, who never admitted defeat and never bowed her head, willingly knelt down for the first time.
His chin touched the top of the male insect's hair, feeling the coolness of his hair.
He had no desire to compete with him anymore, and in this weighing of feelings, he was the first to bend his spine.
In his heart, he calmly, with a sigh, conceded defeat.
Hill, you win.
The female insect closes her eyes and pulls the male insect closer to her.
"What? Marshal Celt has Prince Hilgard's insect eggs?!"
"But isn't His Highness Hilgard impotent?"
"What are you talking about upstairs? The Male Insect Protection Association already debunked this rumor, okay? It's definitely the Federation spreading rumors about His Highness Hilgard. That's how malicious the Federation is!"
"As expected! I knew His Highness Hilgard wouldn't have any problems! Now I can continue dreaming of being His Highness's maid, happiness surrounds me once again!"
"Wait, doesn't anyone remember that Marshal Celt committed multiple serious crimes and is currently a serious offender who should be detained in prison?"
"How did you learn Imperial Law upstairs? Don't you know that female insects with eggs are temporarily exempt from punishment?"
"Does no one question whether this insect egg belongs to His Highness Hilgard? I also don't want to question His Highness the male insect, but in the video, His Highness himself admitted that he was incapable, right?!"
A picture of the identification was immediately thrown up from downstairs: "I knew there would be people like you trying to take advantage of the situation! The Male Insect Protection Association has already conducted the identification! If you continue to disregard the law and speak ill of His Highness like this, I will report you to the Male Insect Protection Association!"
"Actually, I've always been on Your Highness's side, but the malice directed at Your Highness on the StarNet was just too much recently, so I didn't dare to speak up..."
"Yes, some time ago His Majesty the Insect Emperor was selecting a female ruler for Your Highness. At that time, a female insect was injured. It was His Highness Hilgard who took the initiative to ask the doctor accompanying him to help treat her, so that the female insect did not have to have her limb amputated due to the delay."
"I am the female insect that was rescued. For a while, I was fighting against those insects who hurled insults at me on the Star Network, but I was almost drowned out by the voices of abuse. Your Highness's insect is really good. I have seen it up close. It is so beautiful. I want to lay eggs for Your Highness!"
"Your Highness must be very upset to see those comments. And it's not a big deal that you can't do 'that.' Maybe that wretched Federation female insect is too inferior to interest Your Highness! How can you blame Your Highness for this?"
"That's right!"
Under the tangible and intangible guidance of the StarNet, public opinion quickly reversed. The Male Insect Protection Association instructed the banning of several accounts with the most outrageous remarks and made those vicious comments public, because the excessive cursing aroused the resentment of a group of insects.
Then, the coordinates of the accounts that stirred up public opinion were released, and unsurprisingly, they appeared on the other side of the battlefield at this moment.
"These coordinates? Galaxy Z31? Isn't that Admiral Hessen's current coordinates?"
"I thought the battle between the Insect King and the Insect Emperor was a contest on the front lines, but it turns out there's even a battle in the media?"
"How malicious! My God, it almost ruined His Highness Hildard! It was all slander after all. Thank goodness!"
"Speaking only for myself, I think this slander is utterly shameless, and from now on I will stand firmly on His Highness Hilgard's side!"
Feeling deeply deceived, the insects, filled with righteous indignation, transformed their guilt into support.
“Me too, but the situation on the battlefield is unfavorable right now, isn’t it? Haven’t you seen the recent battle reports? Admiral Isidore has lost the Z1-3 system one after another and has now retreated to the last line of defense, the Morning Star.”
"It's impossible for the battle for the Zerg King to actually capture the capital planet. Venus is the last insurmountable barrier, right? It seems there aren't any particularly strong Zerg-built fortifications beyond Venus."
"Oh no, what should I do? Is it too late for me to join the army and protect His Highness? Consider it an apology for the hurtful things I said to His Highness some time ago."
"It might be too late now, right? And according to my female insect brother at the front, General Isidor seems to be wounded. The army is in chaos right now, a bit leaderless. The air route for transporting female soldiers has also been attacked. General Hesen is too familiar with the military headquarters, there's nothing we can do."
"Where is the Marshal? Will the Marshal go to the front lines?" Someone suddenly typed a message.
"But the Marshal already has insect eggs, right? He was imprisoned not long ago and was reportedly tortured. Can he still go to the battlefield now?"
"I don't know why, but I always feel that the Marshal is omnipotent, as if he can't get hurt..."
"To be honest, I had the same feeling. Maybe it's just my imagination?"
"Hmm, it must be an illusion."
Praise and support overwhelmed Hilgard like a tidal wave, completely suppressing the few remaining words of doubt.
“The public outcry over this matter has completely subsided,” Bright concluded. “Those who continue to question it may be detained by the Male Insect Protection Association. No female insect wants to have her file affected by some unfounded rumors, since it will appear before the male insect when she meets him.”
Hill nodded slightly, his icy eyes lowered, showing no surprise.
Male insects are always noble and sought after by all female insects. When a male insect still has value, female insects must endure even the greatest dissatisfaction. However, a male insect that has lost its value becomes the object of their venting.
Once this male insect regains its value, everything will be reversed. That's the insect race, a race that completely chases pheromones.
Hill's lips curled up slightly, a hint of mockery that vanished in an instant.
“Hill, haven’t you been without rest for over ten hours? You look exhausted,” Bright reminded him, frowning.
“It’s nothing.” Hill shook his head and continued opening a document.
Sirius's departure meant that all the pressure fell on Hill's shoulders. This little male insect, who had received the best protection and love since childhood, began to gradually bear unprecedented pressure.
To the surprise of many, he handled it very well. The only problem was that his frail body was not well adapted to such high-intensity stress, and he often needed a doctor to come and administer medication.
The stress caused him to have insomnia, and the inability to sleep led to headaches. He propped his hands up and gently held his forehead, then closed his eyes.
With a creak, the door opened.
"Is there anything else?" Hill frowned slightly, thinking it was Bright.
But the insect made no sound; he heard steady footsteps, tapping the ground with a constant rhythm.
Just as he was about to open his eyes, a pair of large, hot hands covered them, and the pheromones of the female insect enveloped him tightly, bringing a brief moment of relief.
Hill only allowed himself a quarter of an hour to rest before opening his eyes. He looked up and saw that the wound on Celt's neck, where the restraint ring had been strangled, was still there. Because it had cut too deep into the flesh, the nutrient tank could not erase it for the time being.
"I will be on the next batch of starships transporting female military personnel."
His cold, grey eyes met Celt's azure gaze from above. Hill reached out slightly, as if to touch Celt's neck, but Celt gripped his hand tightly as he did so.
The handsome male insect frowned slightly, indicating his objection: "But the doctor insect says—"
“I am aware of my situation.” Celt reached out and pulled out several reports. “Isidor was unable to deal with Hesen. If it weren’t for His Majesty the Insect Emperor’s surveillance which prevented casualties, he would be dead by now.”
Isidore is hesitant and soft-hearted. He is a good executor, but he is destined to be unable to shoulder great responsibilities. Hessen is ruthless, and Isidore will find it difficult to contend with him.
Currently, only Celtic is capable of challenging Hesen.
“I am willing to fight for you.” Celt knelt down before him, but kept his hand tightly on Hill’s, a gesture of swearing allegiance. Only then did Hill realize that he was still wearing his military uniform.
His straight back and broad shoulders resembled a wild beast poised to pounce, yet at this moment he was so docile.
"Even if I just released you from prison, and didn't even drop your charges, would you still be willing?"
The male insect leaned against the table, its long silver hair cascading down to the edge, and asked him softly against the light.
Even if I hate you so much and have destroyed all the honors you've accumulated over the years, don't you hate me? Are you still willing to fight for me?
I've done so many bad things to you, yet you're still willing to risk your life for me.
“Yes,” Celt gripped Hill’s hand closer, his sharp jaw lifting, his once ambitious eyes now holding only Hill’s image. “If you’re worried, you can let me wear a suppression ring.”
"What are you worried about?" Hill chuckled softly.
"Are you worried you might betray me?" He blinked. "It seems like that's true, after all, I've treated you this way. Would you betray me?"
The male insect's eyelashes drooped slightly as it quietly watched Celt.
Will you leave me and betray me?
Are you standing with Hessen, on the opposite side of me?
Celtic's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "No."
A glint seemed to flicker in Hill's shallow eyes, a tear glistening with confusion. He murmured to himself, "I want to believe you, but I'm so afraid to believe you, Marshal. Can I still believe you?"
Do you still deserve my trust?
"I will always stand by your side."
He handed a brand-new controller to the male insect's clean, white palm, the light from the suppression ring faintly shimmering on his neck.
He willingly put on the shackles, so that Hilgard could control his life if he wanted to, even after he had already pressed the life-ending button once.
Celt held Hill's hand tightly until it felt his warmth, and a quarter of an hour later the female insect resolutely turned and left.
The next batch of starships transporting female soldiers was scheduled to depart in half a star hour, and Hill did not try to stop them.
"Marshal Celt has boarded the starship, and Admiral Isidor has begun the transfer of authority. Once the transfer is complete, Admiral Isidor will enter the deep treatment pod; he is seriously injured," Bright reported. Finally, he looked at the male insect sitting by the window, "Hill, you..."
Do you really intend to forgive Marshal Celtic like this?
He tossed the heavy, urgent documents onto his desk and gazed silently at the night sky, where a starship was about to set sail.
"The female insect is just a tool. Since it's a tool, why not choose the one that's most suitable for you?"
He raised his hand and touched his cold glass. Snow from the capital star fell in front of the window, onto the pale eyes of the male insect reflected in the glass, like a drop of transparent tear.
How could tears be useless? They helped him get what he wanted; that was the best weapon.
Author's Note:
A little fake crying gets you everything [sunglasses]
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