Chapter 39, Chapter 42: "Lord Vincent, this..."
Once all the tasks were completed, Vincent stretched out his body with pleasure, closed his eyes contentedly, and prepared to have a good night's sleep.
Then they heard Feppus speak in a soft, muffled voice.
I disagree.
Vison instantly snapped awake, opened his eyes, and glared at him fiercely.
Goodness.
Everything he just said was for nothing.
After saying this, Fipos could say nothing more.
It seems like that's all he knows how to say, and no matter how much Ren Weisen glares at him, he won't change his tune.
Vison was instantly enraged.
She angrily snatched all the blankets away, turned her back to Fei Bosi, and closed her eyes.
He'll freeze to death tonight.
Vison thought viciously, selectively forgetting that the entire house was equipped with a temperature control system.
Unable to calm his anger before bed, Vison couldn't help but shout at the blank wall, "I'm definitely going!"
It's just like a child going through a rebellious phase.
His response was a long blank space.
Vincent strained his ears to hear every single sound coming from beside him, but unfortunately, until he angrily fell asleep, the insect next to him didn't even make a sound, let alone utter a sound.
At first, he seemed indifferent about whether or not he would join the army as a mechanic.
Listening to his long, even breaths, Feppus couldn't help but sigh, his heart inevitably softening a little as Vincent slowly revealed his childlike side to him.
Looking at his peacefully sleeping face, Feppos's eyes were filled with an irrepressible possessiveness and desire for control.
With a slight effort, he held the large "cocoon" firmly in his arms without disturbing the other party at all.
Only when he felt Vison's heart beating in unison with his own was he able to slowly calm his rapidly escalating anger.
When he first heard Vincent say "I don't like it," he assumed that Vincent really didn't like him anymore.
But he still greedily and selfishly wanted to stay by his side.
He didn't care whether Vison liked him or not, as long as he agreed to stay by his side, that was enough, because he would always like him.
Many insects felt sorry for him.
They felt that Vison was unwilling to take responsibility for him, wouldn't give him a proper title, and told him to leave Vison.
But how could he bear to leave him?
He cherished the days when he had him by his side.
The lack of official recognition actually made him feel less pressured.
If he were to actually get married, he feared he would repeat the path of his female father, and that Vison would become like his male father, a butterfly trapped in a cage.
In that case, it's clear that he doesn't want to take responsibility; he's the one who's more selfish.
He was content with this life; it was the best life he could imagine.
Fipos kissed him on the head.
He swore he would always protect him, without needing any title; he would protect everything about him and obey all his commands.
But his safety will always be the highest priority in his heart.
So, my lord, listen to me this time.
"Fipus thought to himself."
He couldn't accept Vison going to the battlefield; he knew better than anyone how cruel that place was.
Especially if Vison went to the battlefield because of him, or even... because of him, then he would rather they had no connection at all.
The highest position means that his vibrant existence is more important than everything else, including himself.
......
Vison was completely unaware that the insect had been staring at him like a pervert all night.
All he knew was that the next day, Fei Bosi was still as taciturn as ever, unable to utter a single word from the moment he got up to eat or even kiss.
Vison watched as Fipos walked out the door without looking back, then took a big bite of the breakfast biscuit in his hand.
No matter what, he absolutely has to go this time.
It wasn't a whim or a fit of pique; it was the result of his serious consideration.
Besides what he had told Fipos before, he also wanted to do something in the face of war, just like him.
He was indeed worried about Feibos.
From the moment he learned of this war that "shouldn't have happened," he had been worried that the power of the original book had "corrected" Phibes in some unseen corner.
He knew the battlefield was dangerous, even fraught with peril.
But he needed to keep a close eye on Phibos to ensure his pheromones didn't riot before he could feel at ease.
He never imagined he would be so love-struck, putting himself in danger because he was worried about the safety of others.
According to his teacher Visaba, someone like him would probably have to dig for wild vegetables.
Thinking of this, Vincent couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
*
Meanwhile, Feibos, who had arrived at the army earlier, was facing the solemn-faced Insect Doctor.
Because yesterday, Fei Bosi's symptoms looked quite alarming, and his complexion was really bad after the meeting.
Ilya feared that his anger would worsen his physical symptoms, so after much deliberation, he risked his life to tell the marshal.
So, early in the morning, Fipos was forcibly dragged into the military medical room.
Ilya, who complained, was punished by being sent to some "good place" to do "easy" hard labor for a few days.
“There is a vortex in your mental sea. It appears briefly and then disappears quickly. In this area, a blurry image can be reconstructed, like a regional surge of mental power, but it only exists for a short while before disappearing quickly... As for other physical symptoms, none have been found yet.”
The insect doctor shook his head repeatedly as he held the examination report.
Fipos: "What impact will this have?"
"If this vortex persists, it will definitely cause you to have a mental breakdown, and it may be even more dangerous than last time. Lord Vison may be attacked by the backlash while trying to appease you."
Upon hearing the word "backlash," Feibos's pupils contracted.
Backlash is not uncommon news. Many male insects are unwilling to comfort females because there have been many cases in the past where male insects comforting females resulted in backlash, causing serious injury or even death to the male insects.
Although it has been repeatedly clarified that the reason is due to the excessive number of male insects being appeased, many male insects are no longer willing to believe it.
The doctor didn't finish his sentence. His expression was grave as he said, "If you go into battle again and your condition flares up on the battlefield, you might not come back."
Towards the end, even doctors who were used to seeing life and death couldn't help but feel a little reluctant and worried.
"As a doctor, I advise you not to go to the battlefield again."
But the battle situation at the front has escalated.
Since the marshal must remain in the Empire, the only suitable general to go to the battlefield is Fipose.
The doctors felt a pang of pity, but Fipos, who had been given a "death sentence," remained completely unmoved.
No, things haven't changed. The doctor clearly felt that Feppos was in extraordinary pain, but this pain didn't seem to stem from the impending death.
He stood there looking at the report without saying a word, as if he were in agony as if something ingrained in his bones had been forcibly cut from his body.
Until the very end, Fipos remained silent.
After leaving the infirmary, he went straight to the marshal's office.
No one knew what he talked about with the marshal in the office. All that was known was that after he left the office, his face was filled with the same coldness he had shown before meeting Vison, the coldness that kept all insects at arm's length.
Vison never saw Fipos again from that day on.
For the first day or two, Vison assumed that the military was so busy that Feipus had fallen asleep at the military headquarters.
But a few days later, he sensed something was wrong. He went to the army under the guise of a mechanic, but he didn't see any trace of Fei Bosi. When he asked other female soldiers, they either said they didn't know or refused to talk about it with a troubled look on their faces.
The recurring absence of Fipos's rage threatened to engulf Vison, who felt himself turning into a monster ready to devour anyone who might harm him.
The fact that Fipos was out of his sight made him particularly uncontrollable.
Are you avoiding him?
It's alright, he applied. They'll meet again on the battlefield eventually.
He relied on this "straw" to comfort himself, who was becoming increasingly out of control.
Until he met Ilya.
*
"Where is he?" Vison, who had been suffering from insomnia for several days, had been looking grumpy for the past few days.
These past few days, everyone in the mechanical lab has known that our junior colleague has been acting like a volcano lately, and people have to walk around him to avoid him.
Having been traumatized by being forced into hard labor last time, Ilya was unusually cautious this time, avoiding answering Vison's questions and simply handing him a box respectfully.
"Your Excellency Vincent, this is something the General asked me to bring to you."
Vison took the box without a care, but his expression didn't improve at all; in fact, it got worse.
"I'll ask again, where is Feppos Gesilian?" His voice was hoarse from not speaking for a long time.
His face was grim, like dark clouds pressing down on the city, brewing a violent and destructive storm.
Ilya, under pressure comparable to that of an angry general, inwardly groaned in despair.
General! He really can't hold on much longer!
Regardless, Ilya could only endure Vison's murderous glare and reply irrelevantly, "The General is well."
After he finished speaking, Ilya felt that Vison's gaze was even more frightening.
Ilya even felt a sharp pain in his mental sea at that moment.
Like... a mental outburst that indiscriminately attacks external targets.
After he instinctively used his mental power to resist, he felt that the mental power that was violently attacking him was forcibly controlled by the main body, and instantly turned into gentle rain. It passed through his resisting mental power and fell on his mental sea, repairing the mental power wounds caused by the attack, and even repairing his previous wounds.
However... it is obvious that the main character is in a bad mood.
It seemed that a bug, annoyed that it had accidentally dirtied the floor, had no choice but to grab a broom and quickly and perfunctorily sweep the floor again.
But these "two" were even more effective than the long period of mental reassurance he had received from the A-level male insect, which he had previously obtained by spending half of his military merits.
Ilya stared in shock at Lord Vison, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot but who remained silent.
He had always known that Lord Vison was currently the highest-ranking SS-class male Zerg. Although SS-class males were extremely rare, he had seen them before.
But he had never seen or heard of such male insect spirit power.
That mental energy just now completely ignored his mental energy and comforted him from a distance!
It should be noted that although he did not have the monstrous mental power of an admiral, his mental power had still reached the SSS level. The male insect, whose mental power was mainly for appeasement, was one level lower and could not possibly surpass his.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many news reports of male insects being attacked after trying to appease female insects.
He would never have believed it if he hadn't experienced it firsthand.
"Lord Vison, are you really only SS-rank?" Ilya's voice dropped several decibels, so shocked that he forgot the fear he had felt when he was attacked.
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Author's Note: Do you all like to sneak peeks at each other while they're sleeping?
That's really perverted.
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The main storyline is starting to unfold; once this is over, it's basically all sweetness, sweetness, sweetness.
This thing moves quite fast; in a couple of days, we'll use the "speed-up" method to accelerate it, and it'll move even faster. [Sunglasses]
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