Chapter 38
Sirius stepped forward. The starship maintained a constant temperature, but the rush made him slightly sweaty. Sirius unbuttoned his coat to make his breathing easier, while anxiously looking Hill up and down: "What did Nathaniel say to you?"
Hill slowly shook her head and gently closed her eyes: "It's nothing."
Nathaniel is hot-tempered and self-centered, and he can cause Celtic some trouble, but that's about it.
All he needed to do was cut off the possibility of Celtic joining Nathaniel.
He seemed unwilling to say much, leaving Sirius unable to ask any more questions, even though the old Hill was not like this.
A bitter feeling welled up in Sirius's heart. He stood beside Hill and, after a moment, took something from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
"This is your medicine for this week. I'll come back for you next week."
“According to Dr. Aaron’s calculations, the medication can be continued once every two weeks,” Hill pointed out the doubts.
Sirius's breathing had completely calmed down. He sat down in the chair near Hill, a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Hill doesn't care about her brother at all."
Hill frowned slightly, braced himself against the table, and slowly stood up, clearly unwilling to stay any longer. Sirius smiled wryly: "Can't I even see Hill one more time?"
It's as if meeting him is such a difficult thing.
Seeing that Hill showed no sign of stopping, Sirius said helplessly, "Little Hill, can't you stay with your brother for a while?"
His question went unanswered again. Hill slowly stood up, his legs feeling weak—a lingering effect of the Ticas extraterrestrial incident six months ago—but they were still strong enough to support him for short periods of walking.
He was leaving, and Sirius was acutely aware of this.
Sirius parted his lips and asked softly, "Hill, how are you feeling? Are you still in pain?"
Will you still feel so uncomfortable that you can't sleep at night, and curl up and tremble in pain?
Hill was a very proud insect, but during the six months of rehabilitation, he did not allow Sirius to visit him. Sirius only heard his trembling moans through the alloy door.
Hill's back stiffened for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he slowly walked out.
"Since six years ago, there hasn't been a single moment without pain."
His voice was ethereal and cold. Sirius leaned forward slightly, but ultimately did not move forward, and could only silently watch Hill's back.
He continued until he reached the garden gate.
Bright waited at the door. The passageway leading to the core module had been completely cleared, and no insects could interfere. Throughout this long passageway, Hill remained silent.
Hill moved forward step by step, his steps so light they were almost dragging him along the ground. The moment he stepped into the dimly lit passage, the lights that were supposed to be on by sound didn't even come on.
Hill braced his hands against the cold alloy wall, and Bright quickly came over to support them.
“I knew perfectly well that Sirius was feeling guilty about the past, but I kept bringing it up and using it to make him feel guilty and soften his heart. Wasn’t that selfish?”
In the darkness, his gaze looked upwards, even though it was nothingness.
“How could that be?” Bright decisively chose to side with him. “Hill, you should be even more selfish.”
Love yourself more, live for yourself, instead of putting all your energy into other insects, hoping the other party will not feel guilty, and hoping that Marshal Celt can receive the best treatment.
Hilgard was questioning himself rather than Bright; of course, he already had the answer in his heart. His lips were pursed, and he was no longer emotional when he walked out of the long passage.
Although Albert arrived at the Starbound early, he will still travel to Acheron with Hill.
Not only because Acheron is located at the border between the Federation and the Empire, providing protection for both sides, but also because Acheron is a scenic spot, making it a carefully chosen meeting place.
"Akeron has suspended rivers, and cities have been built around them. A few years ago, the Empire and the Federation signed a treaty that allowed them to exchange goods and resources at the borders of their territories."
"Because of its unique scenery, many noble male insects will go to admire it. Every night, the river above the river will be filled with fluorescent lights, and sometimes you can see fish with glowing tail fins. Many female insects will eagerly catch fish in order to win the favor of the male insects."
"When the female insect gets excited, she once accidentally threw a fish onto the male insect's face, which led the local insects to enact a ban on catching certain precious fish species."
Albert is a very talkative insect. He always speaks with a smile, and sometimes he will make some very undignified gestures. It is said that this is because the laws of the Federation are more lenient than those of the Empire, and offending a male insect in the Federation will not have a particularly heavy price to pay.
At this point, Albert turned to look at Hilgard: "Of course, if Your Highness needs it, I can break the prohibition in the middle of the night for Your Highness."
It's a subtle yet clear expression.
Hilgard, who was listening with great interest, was taken aback by the sudden and subtle pursuit. He then subconsciously lowered his head, his fingertips tracing over the porcelain cup.
A perfect S-grade male insect, even the lines of its fingers are smooth and beautiful.
Albert's gaze lingered on Hilgard's twitching fingers for three seconds; it would be impolite to continue looking directly at him.
"I hope that the embarrassing scene of being chased won't disappoint Your Highness too much. As you know, the Proud White Butterfly isn't very good at swimming."
His tone was full of regret, yet it also possessed the bravery and fearlessness of someone who could easily win the favor of any naive male insect.
The clock struck five in the afternoon, the time when Hill needed to take his medicine. Hill didn't want to eat with the other insects, and the excellent female insects, being observant, would certainly not violate the taboos of the male insects.
Albert looked down at the personal terminal, shook his head reluctantly, stood up and bowed: "It's time to part with Your Highness again. I'm really reluctant to leave. I look forward to seeing Your Highness again tomorrow."
Albert suddenly looked up and laughed again. After three days of contact, he had crossed the line a little. Appropriately breaking the boundary would give the male insect a sense of stimulation and novelty.
"Then, I hope Your Highness has sweet dreams."
His voice was magnetic and lingering, as if he were saying that he hoped His Highness would dream of him.
Hill seemed uneasy about his sudden advance, but nodded. Just as Albert thought he had made a further mistake, he heard the male insect reply, "Your Excellency Albert, sweet dreams to you too."
This means acceptance.
Albert smiled brightly: "Your Highness, I believe it will be true."
Albert remained where he was, watching Hilgard leave first.
Bright, who was by Hill's side, couldn't help but say on the way, "Hill, you seem to be in much better shape lately. Have you noticed?"
Both her physical and mental state were like this; she didn't seem as distressed as before, which shows how important a good female insect is.
Hill did not answer, but slowed his pace slightly, seemingly embarrassed to answer and adopting a tacit attitude towards the question.
Albert is a double S-level female insect, and in order to ensure Hilgard's safety, a large number of military females had to be dispatched to accompany and protect him.
The value of an S-class male insect is beyond doubt. The Empire has only two in total, and the Federation has none yet. It is possible that Albert could suddenly abduct a male insect, so we must be extremely wary of it.
"That bug is really good with sweet talk; he's made Prince Hilgard laugh several times in just three days!"
Has anyone counted them?
"Five times! His Highness has laughed at least five times in the last three days!"
"The insects of the Federation are so shameless, they've gone too far! They're trying to seduce Your Highness like this! They even want to lure Your Highness to the Federation, supposedly to enjoy the scenery, but I think they have ulterior motives."
The female soldiers who came to protect Hilgard were all talking about it. No female insect could remain calm in front of a male insect, let alone an S-class male insect. Hilgard had no female insects by his side so far, and no female insect dared to say that she had never coveted the noble prince.
If Hilgard were willing, they could immediately offer themselves as his bedmates.
But now an alien Federation insect has beaten them to it. How despicable!
"Hey, is that Marshal Celtic?"
"The Marshal has actually come to protect His Highness in person? Albert's strength is indeed formidable; the Marshal is needed to suppress him."
"Even the strongest cannot surpass the Marshal, but shouldn't the Marshal be accompanying Prince Sirius?"
After all, that was the male lord whom Marshal Celt was about to marry, and only by obtaining more pheromones from the male insect could the marshal's stunt and mental rage be suppressed.
The female insects left in twos and threes, whispering amongst themselves. Celt's cold, gray eyes were fixed on the direction Hill had gone, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
The Federation and the Empire are, after all, adversaries. Even though Albert is in the Empire's headquarters, he is still a double-S female insect worth guarding against. Celt is a natural fit here.
Hill was usually indifferent to all insects, but Albert actually managed to make the little male insect laugh, albeit slightly.
Albert is a great storyteller. Due to bodily inertia, when listening to a story, in order to increase the accuracy of the interpretation, the insect will automatically lock onto the speaker's movements and fix its gaze on the speaker. This is normal.
The length of time spent in a lingering gaze usually represents the accumulation of goodwill; one will not even bother to glance at an insect that one dislikes or even hates.
For example, Hilgard never once looked at himself.
Albert was an expert in the female insect training courses and applied them perfectly to increasing the male insect's favorability. Similarly, Celt also studied these courses thoroughly and achieved an S grade.
However, he has never spent time applying these lessons over the years, including when dealing with his future lord, Sirius.
Hilgard was unwilling to look at himself, but was willing to keep his gaze fixed on Albert for a long time.
Favorability ebbs and flows, much like female servants vying for favor.
Celtic stared coldly into the dark passageway.
"You're in much better shape?" Celtic's expression was icy.
10 PM, Starship Core Module.
The hidden hatch was opened, and a pair of military boots, as cold as ever, stepped onto the ground and remained in front of the male insect's bed.
The male insect lay obediently in the pure white gauze blanket, like a prince waiting for something to awaken him.
Let him find relief, and then welcome the next bright and sunny tomorrow.
But this time seemed different from every previous day.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour, an hour, two hours—
When no warm service arrived, the male insect began to unconsciously rub against the blanket.
Author's Note:
I did my best to create a wonderful dating environment for my baby at night. [Clown]
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