Chapter 40, Chapter 43: "He is your female!..."
Vison completely ignored his shock and confusion, and coldly asked the question that was on his mind most: "When are we going to the battlefield?"
The moment Ilya heard those words.
His face went blank for a moment, and his pupils widened even more, showing a greater surprise than before.
But the next second, as if he had thought of something, he stiffly and quickly adjusted his expression back to "normal".
"I'm very sorry, sir, this is confidential."
But the surprise he felt just now did not escape Vincent's notice.
"My application was rejected, wasn't it?" Vinson emphasized each word, his eyes dark and unfathomable, like the eerie calm before a downpour. "Or rather, my application was withdrawn outright?"
Ilya had not expected him to have such keen insight, and for a moment, he remained as still as a quail, not daring to speak easily.
Actually, he should have said something.
This silence only fuels suspicion.
But he remembered the general's expression when he received the order to retrieve the box yesterday.
Desolate, resolute.
Like a sword burning with life, it was unstoppable, yet it felt broken.
He could even vaguely sense that his general, who had always been indifferent to insects and didn't care about anything, was heartbroken.
Now, he saw that the once glamorous and noble Lord Vison was now covered in dark circles from not sleeping for many days, and even his former noble and aloof temperament had dissipated considerably.
It does resemble... a male ghost from a storybook who gets soaked in the rain.
This stark contrast reminded him that not long ago he had seen Fipos and Lord Vison together at the entrance of the military district.
At that time, they were exceptionally vibrant, exceptionally full of insect-like emotions, and exceptionally "alive".
Although the other insects still couldn't integrate into them, they silently merged into each other, becoming an inseparable whole. So when they separated, it was like their flesh and bones were forcibly torn apart, turning into two incomplete halves.
He didn't know what was wrong with them, nor was he in a position to advise them, but he also didn't want to push them further apart.
After struggling internally for a while, he finally followed his heart's decision.
He stood there, remaining silent for a long time, without uttering a single word.
Is this the default?
Visen looked at Ilya's appearance, and his eyes turned completely black.
The beast within tore apart the already crumbling cage.
He already understood that asking any further questions would not yield any answers he wanted to know.
So he turned and left, unable to even maintain his usual composure.
*
When he got home, he put the box at the farthest point on the table.
He slumped wearily into the chair, his gaze fixed on the box for a long time.
But it wasn't opened.
He thought he had to shove the box into Fipos's hands, make him personally take back the box that could easily be mistaken for a "breakup letter," and make him admit his mistake, apologize to him, and tell him there would be no next time.
*
The next morning, he went to his teacher, Visabain, to get proof.
When Visaba opened the door and saw him, he was startled by his ghostly appearance.
Upon hearing his purpose, she sighed repeatedly, but surprisingly didn't say anything, and simply handed him the certificate.
He took the certificate and went to the marshal's office.
He hadn't made an appointment, but unexpectedly gained entry.
It seemed as if the marshal inside had been waiting for him for a long time.
Marshal Devi, who bore a five-point resemblance to Fipers but with softer features, sat in a chair and nodded gently to him as he approached.
"Good day, Your Excellency Vison."
"Marshal Devi, greetings." He stood ramrod straight, showing no fear whatsoever, even though the person opposite him was the marshal of the Empire.
Before Vinson could explain his purpose, Devi smiled gently and said, "I know what you want to ask."
"Why?"
“This is an agreement I made with the General.” Devi readily admitted that the withdrawal of Vinson’s application was his and Fipos’s doing. “I’m a man of my word, and all I can tell you is that I can’t help you.”
Vison pursed his lips and handed the paper in his hand to his desk.
"This is my teacher's proof that my mechanical skills are sufficient for me to participate in this selection. Moreover, I am an SS-class male insect, and I can quell his mental riot."
Vison didn't reveal who this "he" was, but the two insects present knew perfectly well.
“Oh, of course, I know your talent and ability in mechanics.” Devi smiled gently.
But the next second, that gentle smile seemed to turn into a somewhat malicious one, as if mocking Vincent's naivety.
“But, little male, you should know that the world isn’t all white. He’s perfectly healthy right now, so maybe, well… he doesn’t really need you.”
Hearing his words and seeing the unwavering expression on his face, Vincent unconsciously clenched his fist, a wave of helplessness washing over him.
"What if I'm determined to go?" Vincent asked, his voice trembling slightly.
In truth, he knew that if Devi was determined not to agree, then no matter who helped him, it wouldn't work.
The only legitimate way to get to the battlefield was through military mechanics.
Taking another route would not only be dangerous, but could also bring trouble to Feibos.
“He will be fine, and as the youngest SS-class male insect, the Empire has an obligation to protect you, not send you to the battlefield. Therefore, I do not accept your assumption.”
Devi's somewhat malicious smile vanished, replaced by genuine indifference; he became unusually serious.
Seeing that Vinson clearly still had ideas, Devi leaned back in his chair, seemingly casually but with an undeniable tone, and added, "You absolutely cannot go, please give up your idea, Your Excellency Vinson."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, his expression softened, and he complained softly, "The battlefield is no good place, why do you all want to go?"
Vison, who had been completely silenced by his words, finally broke out.
"I'm clearly useful and can guarantee my own safety, so why won't you let me go? Without my reassurance, his mental breakdown might relapse! He's your protégé!"
Vison's anger overflowed uncontrollably, his voice rose slightly, and he even lost control of his mental energy.
In fact, after Fei Bosi left, his mental power became exceptionally difficult to control.
It's probably because he only recently learned to control his mental energy compared to when he was learning from a young age. After Fei Bosi left, there were no insects to help him dissipate his overflowing mental energy, which caused his emotions to become too intense at times, and his mental energy would attack outwards uncontrollably.
Devi was completely unaffected by Vincent's anger, and even managed to block Vincent's mental attack without leaving a trace, thanks to his profound mental strength.
He smiled calmly at the young gentleman, a smile that was ninety percent identical to the mask-like smile that Fei Pos usually wore.
"Yes, but he is also an Imperial General."
Vison felt powerless, as if he had punched cotton, when facing Devi in this state.
“Then I want to see him,” Vison said through gritted teeth, making the request he had been thinking about for a long time.
Devi raised an eyebrow and shrugged innocently. "This is insect-like behavior; I can't control it."
Vison understood that staying here would not yield any results.
Just like Ilya that day, they wouldn't tell him, nor would they agree to his request.
He could only force out a few words through gritted teeth to bid farewell to this highly accomplished marshal.
Just as he turned to leave, Devi's leisurely voice sounded behind him: "Don't worry, he'll come back alive to see you."
Vison turned around and saw the complete trust in Devi's eyes: "You said it yourself, he is my female."
*
Even after leaving the marshal's office that day, Vison was still not giving up.
He thought about it for a long time, and finally broke his usual practice of avoiding contact with people whenever possible, and went to ask Vesa and Lanco, the only two people who might have a solution.
But there was nothing we could do.
Even the Xiongbao Association was unable to get Vison's application approved despite the Marshal's firm opposition.
Moreover, most members of the Male Protection Association disagreed with the esteemed Male Insect going to the battlefield. This was something that had never been heard of or seen before, let alone the fact that the Male Insect was at the SS level!
In their minds, the brightest and most precious pearl on the imperial crown of the SS-class male insect lord should be protected by layers upon layers of protection.
Lanco and Visaba could only comfort Visen, telling him to let go and not be so fixated on a single insect.
Especially Lanco, who already had a bad temper and disliked Devi's family, was even more furious upon hearing this.
He berated Devi and Fipos for two hours in front of Visen, only stopping when he saw that Visen's dejected expression had not improved at all.
"Son, I don't agree with you going to the battlefield either, it's too dangerous." Lanco looked at Vison with worry in his eyes.
He truly treats Vison like his own son.
Even though he initially approached Visen on the orders of the hive, he fell in love with the boy at first sight.
His eyes held a purity that other males lacked.
He appears cold and has a bad temper, but you can see his soft and sincere heart when you get to know him.
Ranco initially had high hopes for Lesder, but after discovering his false and troublesome nature, those feelings turned into disgust.
But Vincent was different; he was exceptionally genuine, exceptionally well-behaved, and exceptionally likable to insects.
Lanco didn't want to, and couldn't bear to, be tormented like this by an insect.
He tried to persuade him: "There are plenty of female insects, why do you insist on getting hung up on that tough nut?"
“It’s different,” Vison replied in a muffled voice.
Lanco was furious at his answer.
But seeing Vinson's dejected look, he swallowed the question "What's different?" and could only tell him to get some rest.
Visabath also told him to get some rest. The usually strict teacher was surprisingly gentle and even asked if he needed to take a couple of days off.
Vincent thanked him and declined, but if he took a vacation at home, in the house they used to live together, he was afraid he would overthink things even more.
But no matter how he tries to escape.
He would still go home at night.
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Author's note: Lan Ke: You need to go dig for wild vegetables.
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Yesterday was so unlucky, and I even did something wrong, to the point that I laugh at myself when I think about it.
But I felt better when I woke up this morning! Everything will pass!
I hope everyone is happy every day! If you encounter difficulties, try taking a long nap. You'll wake up refreshed and ready to tackle them!
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