Chapter 45, Chapter 49: A Meeting Leads to a Narrow Escape. ...
As soon as he boarded the spaceship, Vison smelled the familiar scent of oranges.
Even though it was extremely shallow, he could capture it with instantaneous precision.
Or perhaps, it was that orange scent that clung to him from the moment he boarded the spaceship, relentlessly pursuing him and permeating his entire being.
They were overjoyed, happy that they had finally met the person they had been waiting for all this time.
The originally sweet orange flavor has taken on a bitter and astringent taste.
Visson was reminded of the suffering and pain that Phyllis had endured during the days he could not see, and he subconsciously felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Lord Vison, you've finally arrived." Ilya jogged over to greet him.
God knows how excited Ilya was when he received the Marshal's message that Lord Vison was coming.
Last night, the Marshal ordered that General Febbs be brought back to the Empire for treatment. But they all knew it would be of no use.
Even the highest-ranking male insect in the empire might not be able to soothe such a massive mental disturbance as that of the general.
Moreover, appeasement requires the consent of the male insect itself.
To appease such a mental disturbance, especially when the target is a notorious general, no male insect would be willing to risk a severe backlash to help soothe it.
Everyone could see that the marshal's order was more out of a desire to prevent the general from dying on foreign soil.
They couldn't help feeling disappointed and frustrated.
They wanted to contact Vison, the high-ranking male insect who had a deep entanglement with their general.
But they hadn't forgotten what the general had said to Ilya and the orders he had given him before he fell into a coma, so they dared not take any action and could only futilely cling to a faint hope in their hearts.
But that faint hope was almost extinguished last night.
Last night, the general's mental surge intensified to the point that even they were struggling to withstand it, and it also greatly damaged the general's own healing ability.
The situation has worsened.
Ilya couldn't help but tear up when he saw Fipos's appearance.
He had been saved by Phibos several times, but now he could only watch helplessly as Phibos's life slipped away.
He thought of how he had followed Feibos since he was a child, and how he had witnessed Feibos win countless victories on battlefields large and small.
He won every battle, rising from the lowest-ranking soldier to become General Feppos, now known as the Imperial Greatsword.
People went from rejecting this prince to recognizing and accepting him.
Later, no matter what war it was, whenever Fipos appeared, everyone unanimously believed that the war would be won, no matter how bad the conditions were, without exception.
He always manages to return victorious.
He became a pillar of the empire.
But now, due to the deadly mental surge, he lay there covered in wounds, his oppressive eyes tightly closed, and even his already pale lips had turned white. He clearly knew that he was gradually declining, but he was powerless to stop it.
Ilya was in great pain.
After staying up all night, seeing the sunlight of the day, he felt despair.
Not only him, but the female soldiers who had followed the general for many years were also extremely desperate.
Just as their faint hope was about to be extinguished, when they finally made up their minds to disobey orders and take a gamble by contacting Lord Vison, they received a notification from the Marshal.
His Excellency Vison is coming to appease the general.
How can we describe how they felt when they saw the notice?
It's like finding a way out of a desperate situation.
Vison's arrival gave them a boost of confidence, giving them reason to believe that Admiral Fipose would recover.
In particular, Ilya, who had been accidentally injured by Lord Vison's mental power, firmly believed that Lord Vison's mental power was definitely more than SS, and that he would definitely have a way to save the general.
*
“Take me to see him.” Vison strode over, looking travel-worn, and said directly without any preamble.
Ilya quickly led Visen to the location of Fipos's room.
The closer you get to Feibos's room, the more you can feel the oppressive mental energy. Even though there are no windows, a wind has inexplicably risen, and the wind is as sharp as a blade. The temperature is also much colder than outside.
Vison walked very fast, but was not affected in the slightest.
"You just need to calm the general's mind. Our female soldiers have a strong self-healing ability. I have already applied medicine to the general's large-area wounds... As long as his mind can be calmed, those wounds will heal on their own."
Ilya gave a series of brief instructions, and after explaining the most important ones, he told Vincent how to use some of the equipment. Finally, still worried, he said, "If anything happens, just use the personal terminal to call us."
Vison listened attentively, nodding and taking notes.
*
The door was finally opened.
The room was simple, with plain white sheets.
The insect he longed for lay there quietly, heavily wounded.
He was so weak that even with his dark skin, the paleness of his face was easily visible.
His long, white hair, which he cherished and often played with, with its exceptional shine and smooth texture, also began to dry out, turning a withered white.
Moreover, his overall condition has changed drastically in just a short time, even his body has become noticeably thinner.
Even though Vincent had prepared himself mentally before coming and repeatedly reassured himself that everything would be alright and he would calm him down, when he actually saw Feppos seriously injured and unconscious, tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably in an instant.
The moment Vison saw him lying on the bed with weak breathing, all the lingering resentment, hatred, and malicious thoughts he had about threatening him temporarily vanished from his mind.
In that instant, he couldn't think of anything else, he just wanted Feibos to open his eyes, call his name as usual, stand up and smile and tell him it was just a joke.
He even thought that if Fipos told him that this was just a play hoping for his forgiveness, then he would be willing to forgive him.
But no.
So powerful that no insect could defeat him, he lay there truly unable to move.
Ilya closed the door for them.
The room was silent; finally, only the two of them remained.
Vison walked over and carefully sat down on the edge of Fipos's bed.
He reached out his hand, wanting to touch him.
He trembled and hovered in the air for a long time, unable to find a place to put his hands down. His whole body was covered in wounds, and even the lightest touch was too much for fear of hurting him.
Vison had no choice but to withdraw his hand, his gaze fixed on him with greed and focus, tracing the outline of his eyebrows and eyes from afar.
At the same time, it slowly releases its pheromones.
The intense glacial pheromones pressed down, as if a thick snowfall had occurred.
The moment it was released, the orange scent that had been partially floating in the air seemed to have been craving it for a long time and finally found its home, clinging to it.
The binding was so tight that Vincent could hardly breathe.
But he did not reject them; instead, he embraced their "entanglement."
Under normal circumstances, female insects do not easily release their pheromones. With such a strong orange scent, one can imagine how bad his health must be.
After releasing pheromones to relieve Fepox's pain and allowing him to gradually adapt to his mental power, Vison began to release his own outward mental power in large quantities.
He transformed his spiritual power into countless fine threads, patiently and gently weaving a dense net.
Using this large net, they slowly ensnared all of the invisible, outward spiritual power of the Fepos uprising.
At first, Phibos's mental energy would ram the net chaotically and violently, causing it to break and bulge out.
But it was all in vain.
The difference in mental strength between male and female insects, which is one level, and the unstable state of Feibos, resulted in Visen's mental strength being stronger than Feibos's current mental strength, even though they are both at the SSS level.
At its peak, the surge of Fepois's raging mental power would put some pressure on him, but it wouldn't hurt him at all, let alone cause him any backlash.
Once they calmed down a bit, Vison patiently combed them.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
When faced with difficult problems, even while unconscious, Phipps would occasionally groan involuntarily from the pain.
Vison brought Ilya the pain-relieving towels he had mentioned.
"Why are you always in such a sorry state?" Vinson was furious when he saw the guy sleeping with his eyes closed, but when he saw his bruised and battered appearance, his anger instantly dissipated and turned into pity that he was unwilling to admit.
He held the medicine towel and pressed it very gently against his wound. His voice, though cold, carried a hint of tenderness: "Hmm?"
The first time we met was like this in the cave, the first time we met after we parted, and the time I escorted him to school in the heavy snow. Now I've put myself in a life-threatening situation again.
The wound was touched, causing a sharp and intense pain, and even in his sleep, Fepos unconsciously let out a muffled groan.
"You've taken such poor care of yourself, are you an idiot?" Vincent's mouth was sharp, but his hands moved even lighter.
He remembered that when Faber had amnesia, he took excellent care of him; not only were his wounds healed, but even his hair was shiny and smooth.
Thinking of this, he sighed.
If he could stay by his side in that state, that would be good.
Finally, Feibosi's external mental energy was almost completely restored and obediently returned to his body.
By this time, Vincent's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
*
There was no day or night on the spaceship, and Vison had no idea how much time had passed.
Just as he finished processing Fei Bosi's mental energy, there was a knock on the door.
Vison stood up to open the door.
But the moment he stood up, his mental energy, which had just returned to its calm state within his body, seemed to be enraged by the intruder and began to surge again, fiercely clinging to Vincent and preventing him from leaving.
Well, half of my work was for nothing.
With a slight headache, Vison tried to soothe them while shouting towards the door, "What's wrong?"
"We've arrived at our destination, Your Excellency Vison."
Ilya, standing at the door, was clearly under the influence of Feppos's mental attack; he was shouting from a distance.
Upon hearing that they had arrived at their destination, Vison visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
He stopped all those who still wanted to attack his mental energy: "Stop messing around, let's go home."
Perhaps it was because his tone was so gentle, or perhaps it was because he was touched by the word "home," that his restless spirit, which had been itching to cause a ruckus, finally calmed down.
When the door opened, Ilya saw their tall and imposing general being held in Lord Vison's arms.
He was instantly startled and hurriedly tried to take over, lest the general crush Lord Vincent: "Let me help you, Lord Vincent."
"No need." Vison coldly dodged his hand.
So Ilya watched in disbelief as Vison easily carried Fipos out in his arms.
Although Lord Visen appears to be taller than the other males, compared to these female soldiers, he is far from being described as tall; in fact, he is somewhat thin.
His impression of the male insects was still that of their frail bodies, so fragile that they would fall ill at the slightest breeze. Therefore, he couldn't help but have some stereotypes about Lord Visen, who was slender, elegant, and of noble birth.
But now, Vison held onto Feppos tightly with his fair arms, which had no exaggerated muscles, and when he exerted force, the beautiful veins on his arms bulged slightly, as if they contained extremely strong power.
His steps were steady and even, as if he were holding not a fully grown female military dog but a large, curled-up black dog.
Although the large dog seemed to be burying him completely, it did not affect his steps in the slightest.
Even with double the imagination, Ilya wouldn't dare to conjure up such a scene.
Who would have thought that the seemingly thin Lord Vison would possess such... monstrous strength?
As Ilya watched Vison carry Feppos away, he regretted his earlier loose tongue, but at the same time felt a little more at ease.
With Lord Vison around, Admiral Fipose will surely escape danger and return safely.
Hopefully, these two will live well after this incident.
Ilya recalled the time when Fipos and Vison separated and she was attacked by both sides while sending messages, and she still felt quite tormented, feeling like she was enduring a super-cooled air conditioner every time.
Once the general wakes up, you must make sure he gets some time off from his arduous work.
*
Once back in familiar surroundings, Feibos's mental energy noticeably calmed down.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that "sticky" orange flavor, which is still firmly attached to Vinson.
Vison put him on his own bed, opened the window, and let the sunlight in.
Ilya and his group followed behind, bringing over all the machines used to measure mental strength and monitor physical condition. After debugging them, they bid farewell to Vison.
*
I'm finally back.
Back where they were, they were finally alone again.
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Author's note: This chapter is a bit longer.
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