Chapter 38, Chapter 41: "I disagree..."
Fipos was already asleep.
Vison, from a distance, gently stroked his superior eyebrows and eyes.
Her slender, pale fingers curled up slightly.
I thought about it again and again, and recited it over and over again.
But when he saw the bruises under Fipose's eyes caused by lack of rest, Vincent controlled himself, withdrew his hand, and did not touch him.
Perhaps because he had just slept too much, Vincent felt no sleepiness at all, letting his thoughts drift away.
He used the excuse of having a nightmare and being scared to get Feibos to stay with him and sleep peacefully beside him.
Just looking at him greatly relieved his anxiety, and even the depression of the past few days seemed to dissipate somewhat.
But that's not enough.
That's far from enough.
This effect is like scratching an itch through a boot.
Even if Phyllis tells him "I like you" over and over again, it's not enough.
Sometimes he really wanted to do whatever it took, just like in the first half of the dream, and lock Phibos in a cage.
But he knew perfectly well that he couldn't do that.
Phibes was undoubtedly an excellent companion; he was keenly aware of all his emotions and, even if he didn't quite understand them, he always did his best to comfort him.
But it is precisely because of this lack of understanding that all attempts at reassurance are like short-acting medicine—they work quickly but the symptoms recur.
His unease was dispelled, repeatedly, dispelled, and repeatedly... an endless cycle, tormenting him and also tormenting Phipps.
Fortunately, they still had time.
Thinking this, surrounded by the familiar scent of oranges and the warm embrace of the insects beside me, I was finally able to drift off to sleep.
*
military region.
"General." Ilya swiftly steadied Feppos, who had swayed for a moment. "Are you alright?"
Fipos's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stopped in his tracks.
Once the stinging pain subsided, Feppos raised his fingers to press on his temple, which was throbbing with sudden pain. Hearing Ilya's voice, he snapped back to reality: "It's nothing."
A dull, persistent abdominal pain.
The symptoms are somewhat similar to those before, although the severity has significantly decreased.
“How about we postpone the meeting for a while and let the insect doctor check on you?” Ilya looked at Phipps’s suddenly pale face and couldn’t believe that Phipps was “fine.” She couldn’t help but overstep her bounds and ask, “Haven’t you had Lord Vincent comfort you recently?”
The general's appearance has been noticeably worse lately, which is particularly distressing to see.
At this point, all parties need the general's final decision, and we absolutely cannot afford any mishaps at this juncture.
Fipos shook his head.
Indeed, because both sides have become busy, the frequency of reassurance has decreased significantly compared to the past.
But after Visen's high-frequency and long-term reassurance.
During the last examination, the doctor was fully certain that his mental state was close to its best, and it was impossible for a problem to arise just because of short-term reassurance.
"Then we definitely need to take a look!"
Fipos frowned and took another look at his physical condition.
The limbs are flexible and strong, the mental energy is full, and there is no pain.
So he still shook his head and said, "No need."
Fipos's refusal was not without reason.
Firstly, only a short time had passed since the last checkup; secondly, even if something was found wrong, he couldn't abandon the responsibilities he was currently shouldering.
It's better not to waste time.
With that thought in mind, Feppos's face showed the indifference that Ilya often displayed before: "Let's notify the meeting."
Ilya could never persuade him otherwise, so he had no choice but to continue the meeting as originally planned, though he kept the matter in mind.
*
The fighting at the front has become more serious.
The complete annihilation of the vanguard squad made the faces of all the insects present extremely grim and serious.
We all sat here hoping to find any way to improve the situation.
One proposal after another was put forward, but in the end, they were not much different from those in the past.
Fipos voted expressionlessly, stating his opinion without the slightest fluctuation in his expression.
until.
“I propose that the mechanics and biological researchers accompany them.”
Upon hearing this suggestion, Fei Pos's eyes instantly sharpened.
However, this plan had already been approved by the marshal. The purpose of this meeting was not so much to let everyone vote, but rather to inform everyone.
A new type of alien beast has appeared on the battlefield.
This beast not only has strong defense, but also has the same thick health bar as the previous beasts.
The most troublesome aspect is that the saliva of these alien beasts is extremely corrosive to the surface of their mechs, making it easier to damage the core of the machine. Once the core is severely damaged, the entire machine will be irreversibly scrapped.
They tried many methods, but unfortunately, they all failed.
Saliva samples could not be preserved, and the female soldiers on the battlefield knew nothing about this.
Therefore, some insects began to propose establishing a temporary research institute behind the battlefield to study new types of alien beasts.
The decision to "have mechanics and biological researchers accompany the researchers on-site" quickly gained majority support and was approved.
Before the meeting, orders had already been issued to the lower levels to ensure the mechanics' safety and participation.
After all, time was tight and the task was heavy.
After learning that the plan had been finalized, Feibos remained silent with a somber expression, watching as everyone enthusiastically discussed how to establish the temporary research institute and how to arrange the insect personnel...
After the meeting, Fipos walked away quickly with a somber expression and long strides.
Ilya saw the worry in his eyes and comforted him, "General, don't worry, Lord Vison will definitely not go, and this matter has not been officially decided yet."
As soon as I arrived at the office, I saw Vison's application on my desk.
At that moment, Feppos felt like his brain was about to explode.
He didn't even wait for Vinson to come home; he went directly to the machine room of the First Military Academy to find Vinson.
Seeing his displeased expression, Vincent immediately knew why he had come.
really.
"Why submit an application? This is the same as sending..." Feibos looked at Vison, who was still radiant even after several days of intense work, and swallowed the rest of his words.
But Vison still knew he wanted to ask him what the difference was between this and suicide.
"I can protect myself," he said, slightly raising his eyelids, seemingly unconcerned.
Fipos clearly found his attitude unacceptable, and he even raised his voice: "What will you use to protect me?"
"I can operate all kinds of machinery, even better than you can."
Because of his high mental strength, his mechanical precision is also higher. However, due to the significant difference in physical strength, he can only operate the machine for a very short time.
After a long pause, seeing his resolute expression, Fipos finally spoke, his tone firmly disagreeing: "I will make mistakes, and I can't always be by your side."
“I don’t need you by my side, or even to take care of me. We mechanics have our own people to take care of us, General.”
Vison pursed his lips, wondering why he would bring up such a thing. Did he think he would ask a general to protect him forever?
"That won't work either."
"Don't worry about it. Maybe I'll just fail the mechanic exam?" Vincent decided to take a delaying tactic.
In any case, apart from his teacher, there shouldn't be more than five people who could beat him in the mechanics assessment, and since the army is recruiting ten mechanics this time, he will definitely be one of them.
“I disagree.” Clearly, Feppos also knew how terrifying his talent was.
"Anyway, I am also qualified to apply. If you withdraw my application, I will expose your abuse of power."
Vison got annoyed when he saw that one person wouldn't agree and another disagreed.
He tilted his head back, his eyes drooping, looking like he had "made up his mind."
Fipos was forced to laugh because he was so angry.
I disagree.
"It's no use if you disagree."
The two parted on bad terms.
Neither of them paid any attention to the other, each feeling that they would only speak if the other agreed.
The unpleasantness of the daytime could not be repaired even when you got home at night.
Exhausted from the intense work, Vison collapsed onto the sofa as soon as he entered the room. When he saw Feibosi arrive, he opened his eyes briefly and then closed them again.
Fipos stood to the side, having pondered for a long time, before finally saying what he had wanted to say to Vincent ever since he heard the suggestion: "Vincent, could you not become a mechanic for now?"
He always looked down on deserters and all cowards who clung to life; in fact, he had always considered dying in battle to be the best outcome.
But when the object of his affections changed to Vison, he suddenly realized that he could not accept being in any danger.
He would rather be selfish and be a "deserter" than be in danger.
Fipos realized that he initially went to the battlefield because of his identity; his identity required him to go to the battlefield.
But now, he goes to the battlefield with another purpose: to protect him, to ensure his safety, and to ensure his eternal peace, happiness, and ease. This is more important than himself.
“Absolutely impossible.” Vison replied without even opening his eyes.
Surprisingly, Fipos, who had been refuted, remained silent.
He quietly walked away, tidied up the dining room, and then quietly returned. After standing in the living room for a while, he sat down on the sofa next to Vison.
Vison peeked at him with one eye, but he didn't notice, lost in his own world.
Vison felt that at this moment, Feibos seemed to be...blaming himself.
He suddenly understood what Fipos was thinking.
He felt it was because of him.
His support, and even his personal invitation to serve as an army mechanic, has led to this situation.
He also felt that his desire to go to the battlefield influenced him, which led him to want to go to the battlefield and put himself in danger.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, like a big dog soaked in the rain, Vison's heart softened.
He sighed softly, then stood up and stood in front of Feppos.
Finally, she showed the first gentle expression of the night.
He lowered his head, just as Phibes had comforted him when he was trapped in a nightmare, and gently stroked his beautiful, smooth, long white hair.
“This is my own choice. I hope that in the face of war, I can do something, like you,” Vison said, his eyes sparkling.
"......"
"Besides, I'm a male insect, everyone will protect me, so don't worry."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade Feipos, Vison racked his brains and revealed his male insect identity.
Although he had never been able to accept this identity—having been human for so long, suddenly becoming an insect was still hard to accept—now that he had suddenly discovered the purpose of this identity, surely that would put Feibos at ease a little?
Unfortunately, Fipos remained silent, sitting there like a silent statue.
"Alright, alright, you're tired today, let's go to sleep." Vincent coaxed him gently, tugging at his clothes, his tone clearly pleading for reconciliation.
Like a dog with a collar, Feibos obediently followed his lead, completing his daily routine: bathing, cooking, washing up, and sleeping.
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