Chapter 5: Revealing a face that was stained with crimson...
When Flora circled the door of the admiral's mansion for the third time, the servant came to persuade him not to wait any longer and to go back to his room to rest early.
"It's okay, the rain has stopped." Flora smiled, a swirl of light blooming on her handsome face. "When my brother comes back, someone has to pick him up."
He was very different from the average omega. His face, which bore some resemblance to that of the Knight, was by no means delicate or beautiful. He was also much taller than many betas.
This led to almost all the alphas of the right age on the first planet having no interest in him. Flora himself was not very keen on love affairs, and he thought that living with his brother was also very good.
until……
Thinking of that person, Flora couldn't help but smile shyly.
At the same time, he looked into the distance more eagerly, hoping that his brother could bring him some news about Mr. Beaumont from the banquet.
An airship docked outside the Admiral's residence. Flora's eyes lit up, and she happily stepped forward to greet it.
But he had just taken a step when he froze in surprise.
His brother, Knight Bo, stepped down from the airship, his posture erect and his steps steady as always. However, unlike usual, Knight Bo was holding a thin young man in his arms.
The young man's body was mostly wrapped in Knight Bo's coat, so Flora couldn't see his face clearly. However, judging by the strong and undeniable pheromones, he was undoubtedly an omega, just like her.
How could this brother of his, who seemed like a wooden spirit, actually become smart enough to take the initiative to bring the omega home?
Flora suddenly felt absurd and almost suspected that she had not woken up.
While he was in a daze, Knight Bo also noticed his brother waiting at the door.
A fleeting look of discomfort crossed the man's serious face. "Why haven't you rested yet?"
"Uh... I'm not too sleepy. I came out to get some fresh air." Flora remembered the original intention of her waiting and no longer cared about her brother's affairs.
He suddenly lowered his head, pinched his fingers shyly, and asked, "Brother, did you meet Earl Beaumont today?"
In the darkness of the night, Knight Bo's expression became even stiffer after hearing these words.
At this moment, the omega held in the man's arms suddenly moved restlessly.
A bloody, bandaged, slender hand stretched out from under Knight Bo's coat and rested lightly on the man's chest, as if wanting to stroke upwards.
The pheromones in the air grew stronger, and Flora's face suddenly turned red as she watched.
This is... a little too proactive.
How did my brother know such a passionate and unrestrained omega?
The Knight's face was clearly even uglier, dark red, and he was also showing an inexplicable discomfort. Fortunately, the omega seemed very weak, and after a few seconds, Knight was able to hold him in his arms and wrap him up in his coat.
"I see." Knight Bo took a deep breath and held the omega's rebellious hand.
He replied calmly, "But there was no chatting."
"...Is that so." Flora lowered her eyes in disappointment.
At this time, his brother had already walked into the general's mansion with someone in his arms.
Flora obediently stepped aside to make way for Knight Bo.
When the other person passed by him, he secretly raised his eyes with curiosity and glanced at the omega who was protected in his brother's arms.
Just that one glance.
Flora's heart trembled slightly, and she stood there in a daze.
What a coincidence.
Even after her brother had walked away with the person in his arms, Flora still stood there.
He looked at the direction where Knight Bo had left, frowned slightly, and couldn't help thinking:
Mr. Beaumont had an identical small mole on the same knuckle.
…
Knight Bo walked towards his room with great speed. Passing servants took one look and fell silent in fear, thinking that the Admiral had encountered some difficult military situation again.
It was not until he entered the room and locked the bedroom door tightly that he breathed a sigh of relief.
His back was soaked with sweat. Knight Bo placed the omega he had been carrying all the way on the bed and asked in a low voice, "Fuyou, are you still conscious?"
On the bed, the loose, standard-fitting robe was disheveled, revealing a beautiful face stained with blush.
Fu You was soaked all over, as if he was drowning in the watery summer night, and was rescued ashore by Knight Bo.
He curled up, as if greedily sniffing the remaining pheromone smell belonging to Blake on his clothes.
Knight Bo looked at the glaring teeth marks on the back of Fu You's neck, with an indescribable complex expression.
"You have been marked by that person." Even if Knight Bo had no good feelings towards Fu You, he could not say anything at this moment.
He bent down, using the light to examine Fu You's injuries while attempting to communicate with him: "Do you know him? What is your relationship?"
Knight Burke had hardly ever set foot in Beaumont House before, so he naturally didn't know that Blake was disguised as the butler.
"...It hurts." Fu You murmured softly, and suddenly grabbed Knight Bo's hand hanging by his side.
There was still moisture between the fingers, yet it felt incredibly hot. Knight Bo shuddered, clearly able to brush Fu You's hand away with a single move, but surprisingly, he didn't move.
He just followed the hand and looked at Fu You lying on the bed.
The young man's body was covered in a bright red, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, and a layer of mist hung on his golden eyelashes.
Fu You bit her lips and looked at Knight Bo with her blurred green eyes. Even her breath had an astonishingly moist temperature.
Knight Bo's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly took a half step back.
"I'll get you some medicine!" He withdrew his eyes in embarrassment, trying his best to avoid the influence of the overly concentrated scent of black roses.
After saying this, the man almost fled away.
The door slammed shut, and Fu You was the only one left in the bedroom.
And at the moment when Knight Bo's figure disappeared from the room, the young man who originally looked extremely weak, the foggy look in his eyes suddenly disappeared.
Fu You leaned against the headboard, sat up straight, threw aside the shirt that was covered with the scent of Blake's pheromones, and finally let out a slow breath.
——The feeling of being marked was terrible, and he never wanted to experience it again.
Fortunately, the traitor was successfully eliminated, which promoted the progress of the male protagonist's rebellion and corrected the male protagonist's distorted impression of him.
Looking at it this way, the only price to pay for being marked, without losing an arm or a leg, seems quite worthwhile.
Fu You lowered his eyes and thought, his fingertips touching the still hot gland.
In fact, because of the system shielding, the mark fever does not affect him that much.
However, in order to get close to Knight Bo, this is the only option.
After all, Knight Bo has always been a man of noble character and a man who values honor. He would never turn a blind eye to a poor, bullied omega like him.
Even if he is the person the other party hates the most.
So next.
Fu You withdrew his hand, looked at the bloodstains on his fingertips, and thought to himself:
We need to pay attention to the situation of the two brothers, Knight Bo and Flora.
…
When Knight Bo returned to the bedroom with the medicine box, Fu You's condition seemed to have stabilized a lot.
He saw the young man leaning against the bed regain his clarity and breathed a sigh of relief. But then he saw that the man's upper body was only wrapped in a few rounds of bandages. Knight Bo's expression became a little unnatural again, and he quietly left the door ajar.
Lowering the concentration of pheromones in the air would be beneficial to both him and Fuyou.
"I'm surprised, Admiral Mandeville." Fu You looked at the man who walked in, a smile on his pale face, his voice still weak: "You didn't take this opportunity to threaten me and make me give up the idea of marrying your brother."
The familiar name made Knight Bo feel strangely down. He handed the medicine box to Fu You and said stiffly, "I don't like taking advantage of others."
Fu You chuckled and took the medicine box.
Inside the box were several bottles of blood coagulants and cell healing agents—most of which Fuyou couldn't use due to his allergic constitution. And at the bottom of the box, there was actually a well-packaged pheromone inhibitor.
Did you ask for it from Flora?
Fu You raised an eyebrow and curled his lips, saying, "Thank you."
Knight Bo did not answer, but stood aside, turning his head away and not looking at Fu You who was in dishevel on the bed.
Perhaps because he was worried that Fu You's physical condition would not allow him to deal with his injuries on his own, he did not leave the bedroom even though he was trying to avoid suspicion.
Fu You smiled and did not expose Knight Bo's idea.
His injured hand was in great pain, so he brought the inhibitor to his lips with one hand, tore open the outer packaging with his teeth, and injected it into his gland without hesitation.
The icy potion quickly surged into his body, causing an unbearable sting. Fu You's breathing became disordered for a moment, but the heat in his body quickly subsided—his mind was completely clear.
Fu You casually threw the empty syringe aside with a slight "pop" sound.
He leaned weakly against the headboard, his water-soaked blond hair wetly winding around his naked upper body, his bloodstained skin covered with a layer of cold glaze-like sheen.
The faint blush on Fu You's face faded, and he looked exhausted and shaky. He dug out a bottle of medicine that he could use and injected it into his body.
Knight Bo, watching Fu You's disregard for his body in taking the medicine, couldn't help but frown. He suddenly asked, "Why... do you want to hide your omega identity?"
Fu You paused as he held the potion in his hand.
He raised his eyes and looked at Knight Bo.
The young man's golden hair was scattered on his forehead and stuck to his face, revealing a pair of narrow, moist, emerald eyes. Somehow, looking at Fu You, who was clearly smiling, Knight Bo felt that those eyes revealed a complete coldness.
Fu You narrowed his eyes and sighed, "In the history of the empire, there has never been a precedent for an omega to be the head of a family."
Knight Bo was puzzled: "Even if there is no precedent, you are the only heir of the Beaumont family, so what does it matter?"
Hearing his words, Fu You chuckled softly, throwing away the empty potion in his hand. "Our empire doesn't value breaking precedent. Everything old is correct, and everything new is suspect."
The wrinkles between Knight Bo's brows deepened. He looked at Fu You without saying a word.
"As a token of my gratitude for tonight, Admiral Mandeville." Fu You slowly peeled off the dirty, rain-soaked bandages on his body. The bandages were stained with blood and stuck to his skin, making it particularly uncomfortable to remove.
But Fu You's expression remained unchanged, his voice only growing hoarse. He held his head high and looked at Knight Bo: "I sincerely remind you that if you wish to continue living peacefully on the First Star with your lovely Flora, do not contradict him in front of His Majesty again."
Fu You kindly reminded: "The Empire does not need a thinking silver blade. It will cut the master's noble hand."
The Knight pursed his lips and looked him in the eye. "Are you asking me to turn a blind eye to His Majesty's foolish and reckless judgments?"
"Ha, I didn't say that." Fu You saw the disapproval in the man's brown eyes. He curled his lips, shrugged, and looked away. "Perhaps you have other options, who knows?"
He thought that tonight's conversation should end here - he had reminded Knight Bo enough, and the rest was to see how this man would choose between loyalty and the future of the empire.
However, before Fu You could heal his wound, Knight Bo suddenly asked again: "You haven't answered me yet, why did you hide your omega identity?"
Fu You was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the other party was still struggling with this issue - perhaps he underestimated how old-fashioned Knight Bo was.
"For power, Admiral Mandeville." He stopped being euphemistic and gave Knight Burke a direct answer: "I want power, so I must be an alpha."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu You saw that Knight Bo showed a look of disapproval again.
He almost anticipated what the other party would say next. Fu You then spoke in a tone that was almost self-deprecating, his long eyelashes drooping over his eyes: "The position of earl is far from enough... Perhaps one day, you can see me wearing the Grand Duke's silver crown?"
When Knight Bo saw the omega showing such an attitude, for some reason, his heart trembled and an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged up.
Under the light, Fu You leaned against his bed, clearly saying extremely arrogant words, but his body was thin and fragile, and there were even teeth marks on his neck.
Perhaps, with Fu You's methods, he could really obtain the position of Grand Duke.
Knight Bo thought.
However, from now on, no matter how high-spirited and powerful this enchantingly beautiful young man appears in front of everyone.
He will always remember how the arrogant nobleman, who was above everyone else at that time, curled up helplessly in his arms, sobbing and trembling on such a rainy summer night.
…
Realizing his own disgraceful thoughts, Knight Bo's expression suddenly grew darker. However, he still couldn't help but cast his gaze on Fu You, who was tending to his wounds.
As the night deepened, the dark clouds dispersed, and a beam of moonlight shone through the window screen into the house, filling the room with coolness as water.
The moonlight was like a thin gauze, gently blown by the night wind, swaying everywhere and falling equally on everyone.
Outside the bedroom, Flora, enveloped in moonlight, covered her mouth tightly to stifle the scream rising from her throat.
Naturally, he couldn't hear what the two people were talking about in the room, but even through the slightly open gap in the bedroom door, he could clearly see who the young man was who was chatting happily with his brother on the bed.
Flora felt dizzy, as if he had been punched in the face. He was pale and staggered backward, almost running away from the horrible scene.
Why?
Flora stumbled all the way back to her room.
He felt cold all over, and only one question kept buzzing in his mind:
Why would the omega his brother brought home late at night be Mr. Beaumont?!
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