SGT CH18: Returning to the Military

◎”His Highness the Prince must love you very much, Sir.”◎

Even after taking the prince’s mansion’s aircraft and arriving at the White Night Star military headquarters, Aix still couldn’t figure out the prince’s intentions.

Letting him leave the prince’s mansion just like that? Letting him enter the military?

Looking at the towering steel building complex outside the aircraft, watching the military aircraft flying among them, Aix was in a daze.

He had once thought he would be buried in that cold, dark underground punishment room.

Even if the prince had temporarily let him out for the sake of the zerg egg, he would still have to wear a suppressor for life, unable to take a single step out of the prince’s mansion.

Aix raised his hand and touched his empty neck.

Being bound by a suppressor for four months, the sudden release gave him a very unreal feeling.

As if in the next moment, the prince would appear before him with his personal guard, menacingly, capture him, and put the suppressor on him again.

That was what would normally happen.

But Aix knew the prince wouldn’t appear.

Because the prince was still lying on his narrow single-zerg bed, hugging a spider doll that only little cubs would like, sleeping soundly.

It was precisely because of this that everything now seemed so abnormal.

How could a male zerg remove the suppressor of a female zerg who had severely injured him, and even let the female zerg go out to work?

“Sir!”

A familiar voice, full of joy, came through.

Aix snapped back to reality, only then realizing that the aircraft had landed and his adjutant was waiting outside.

Just like old times.

Stepping off the aircraft, before Aix had a chance to ask his adjutant why he was here, he saw his usually steady and reliable adjutant approaching with barely concealed excitement, his eyes shining as he stared at him.

That gaze was full of admiration, envy, and a kind of eagerness that Aix couldn’t understand.

“Sir, didn’t you say you didn’t plan to get married and were going to adopt a zerg cub to live with after retiring?

“Before, when a noble male zerg lord invited you to be his female consort, you also refused.

“When you were suddenly suspended, I thought something had happened to you. I didn’t expect you to have gotten married, and to the prince no less!

“Heavens… that’s His Highness the Prince! The imperial crown prince!”

Aix opened his mouth but didn’t know how to begin.

He and the prince were not as his adjutant imagined.

The matter between them was too complicated, not something that could be explained in a sentence or two.

Moreover, the prince had suppressed everything, including the fact that he had been injured by him, clearly not wanting even the slightest detail of that day to be leaked.

If he told his adjutant the truth, it would only drag him into it and bring him danger.

“My situation is a bit complicated and not convenient to talk about. But you… why are you at the White Night Star military headquarters? Did the prince do something?”

Aix’s brow furrowed, both puzzled and worried.

“It was the Marshal’s transfer order. He had our Blood Blade and Silver Shield units switch defenses, to be stationed at White Night Star.”

As for the inside story, it was not something he could know.

“Silver Shield? When were they at White Night Star?” Aix was confused.

Silver Shield, like the Blood Blade unit led by Aix, was one of the empire’s top elite units.

It was just that unlike the Blood Blade unit, which was often active on various dangerous battlefields, Silver Shield was mostly stationed at the Imperial Capital Star, guarding the Zerg Emperor.

Aix realized that after not going out for a few months, he was behind on a lot of news.

The adjutant thought for a moment and said: “It seems it was four months ago. The Zerg Emperor ordered the transfer of Silver Shield to White Night Star to protect the prince.

“After that, the prince hasn’t appeared in public. Do you know the reason, sir?”

Aix was momentarily speechless.

Of course, he knew.

Four months ago, he was drugged with a forbidden substance, forcibly abducted, and after a chaotic night, he had severely injured the prince.

So, the prince no longer appeared in public.

So, the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal had transferred the Silver Shield unit to protect the prince.

And now, the Silver Shield unit had been transferred back.

Replacing them was actually the Blood Blade unit led by him, the zerg who had severely injured the prince.

Aix was getting more and more confused.

Why would the prince let him return to the army? And even transfer the Blood Blade unit to White Night Star for this.

And why would the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal let the prince do as he pleased?

The only possibility Aix could think of was that the prince wanted to use him to control the Blood Blade unit.

After all, the Silver Shield unit only served the Zerg Emperor. As long as the prince hadn’t ascended the throne, he couldn’t truly control Silver Shield.

But, did the prince really need to do this?

And would the Zerg Emperor allow him to do so?

Aix only felt that he was surrounded by fog.

The prince was at the center of that fog, watching him, controlling him.

“Ah, I get it!”

The adjutant suddenly said excitedly: “Sir, you were suddenly suspended four months ago, and the prince also stopped appearing in public four months ago.

“So, you became the prince’s female consort at that time and accompanied the prince through his physiological awakening.”

“A whole four months…”

The adjutant’s face turned red, and his voice softened, but his tone was extremely certain.

“His Highness the Prince must love you very much, Sir.”

No, that’s not it. It wasn’t four months.

He had only accompanied the prince through his physiological awakening for one night. After that, he was sent to the punishment room, and as for the prince… he was probably in the emergency room.

Their first encounter was very bad.

Forbidden drugs, coercion, harm.

Bloodshed.

It was not at all the romantic and happy picture his adjutant imagined.

·

Mousse woke from his sleep.

The pillow under his head was a soft pillow, not the firm and full chest muscles of a female zerg, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

His mood also became not so wonderful.

He suddenly had a morning temper.

When he was unhappy, of course, he had to find the zerg who made him unhappy to vent his anger on.

Mousse opened his terminal and dialed the most recently entered communication number.

After more than ten seconds, the call was finally answered, and Aix’s silent and serious face appeared on the virtual screen.

Mousse sneered, his tone mocking: “Just one day away from the prince’s mansion, and you dare not to answer my communication. Your wings have really hardened…”

Mousse suddenly stopped.

Aix pressed his lips together slightly.

He hadn’t not answered the communication. He had answered the prince’s call as soon as he left the combat room.

The whole process had actually only taken eleven seconds.

But in the eyes of a male zerg, this was being treated with neglect.

Faced with such a matter, a female zerg could never argue, and even an explanation might be considered a provocation and insubordination by the male zerg.

Aix silently accepted everything and apologized with a submissive posture.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. If you need to punish me, I will return to the prince’s mansion as soon as possible.”

He couldn’t return immediately. He still needed some time to hand over matters here.

Although it was only his first day in office, and letting him come out to work might just be the prince’s whim, Aix was accustomed to completing the tasks handed to him to the best of his ability.

“What? You want to shirk your duties on your first day in office?”

Mousse retorted but didn’t bring up the previous topic again.

His gaze swept over the female zerg’s slightly damp bangs. Mousse raised an eyebrow and asked: “What were you just doing?”

“Sparring with a colleague,” Aix answered.

Mousse opened his mouth, a look of astonishment on his face.

“You, with a four-month-old belly, went to fight with a military female?”

It was a mech battle. It wasn’t a big burden on the body.

In fact, even in physical combat, Aix would have no problem.

He was just one opportunity away from breaking through to SS. After his suppressor was removed, he could even jokingly call himself “half-step SS.”

As for the opportunity to break through, it was a very mysterious thing.

It could be just drinking a glass of water before bed, or maybe one day entering a room with his left foot first, or perhaps being pressed down by the prince… anything could make him break through.

In short, in the current zerg world, there were very few zergs who could make him fight with all his strength.

Aix was very clear about what he could do and didn’t take any risks.

And… his belly wasn’t as big as the prince said.

Aix looked down at his stomach. He didn’t speak for a few seconds. Mousse became displeased and said coldly: “What are you thinking about? Answer my question.”

“…My belly is not four months big.”

The zerg egg’s development had been stagnant for a month. Now, it was actually only at the stage of a normal three-month pregnancy.

It meant the abdominal muscles were starting to become soft, but there was no obvious showing of the pregnancy.

The belly would only start to show from three and a half to four months.

When Aix mentioned that his belly wasn’t four months big, Mousse quickly thought of the reason.

Because of the stagnant development.

Because of the lack of male zerg pheromones.

Mousse was silent for a moment.

They were both capable of killing a conversation.

One moment they’re talking about wings, the next about the size of the belly.

Frantically dancing on a minefield.

It was just that the thick-skinned military female obviously didn’t realize there was any problem with this way of chatting, nor did he think “wings” and “zerg egg development” were topics to be avoided.

Only Mousse felt that the conversation had been killed.

This feeling was just inexplicably annoying.

Mousse was silent for a few seconds, looked at the female zerg opposite him who had a normal expression and was completely unaware, and directly cut off the communication.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Mousse lay flat on his back, placing the spider doll between his chest and collarbone, his chin resting lightly on it.

He suddenly felt a little empty.

Usually, when Aix was around, he didn’t talk much either. Most of the time, it was Mousse trying to find ways to hurt him, and Aix silently and submissively accepting it.

But it didn’t feel too quiet at that time.

As long as Aix was still in this room, breathing, alive, and would let out low, restrained gasps due to his penetration.

The whole room also seemed to come alive.

It had a… feeling of home.

Although, Mousse didn’t want to call this place filled with distortion and harm a home.

But he liked it here.

He couldn’t leave this place.

He was trapped in the memory of that small but warm underground safe house.

Even though he had personally blown it up.

Even after returning to his female and male fathers, he had tried hard to overcome and adapt, and was already able to stand in the sun again…

But when Aix entered this room that had been sealed, Mousse realized that he had never been freed from the memories of that past.

He was still trapped there.

Facing the collapsed house, his world had also fallen apart.

It was all Aix’s fault.

Aix had to pay the price for this.

Mousse held the pitch-black doll up in front of him, clutched it tightly, and squeezed and pulled it ventingly.

This spider doll had accompanied Mousse through his cubhood and was quite old. The thread connecting the spider’s leg to its body had loosened, and one spot had come undone.

Under Mousse’s pulling, that spider leg completely detached from the body, revealing the stuffing inside.

White cotton, like the blood gushing from a female zerg’s body.

Mousse’s movements froze. He then tried to stuff the fallen spider leg back in, but found that he couldn’t reattach it no matter how he tried.

Mousse sat there for a long time, holding the broken doll, until a prompt sounded from the terminal on his wrist.

“Beep—”

“Your Highness, according to the arrangement you made last night, you are scheduled to go to the military headquarters this afternoon. Shall I prepare an aircraft for you?”

Mousse’s stagnant thoughts started to work again.

His gaze fell on the damaged spider doll. He opened his mouth and said in a muffled voice: “Prepare an aircraft. I’m going to the military headquarters.”

At the military headquarters, there was another, even more tattered and broken zerg.

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