Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

The starship sped smoothly but urgently through the universe, eventually landing on flat ground not far from the pirate base.

Overwhelmed with concern for the lord's condition, Calander quickly opened the hatch before the ship had come to a complete stop, preparing to rush into the base to rescue the insect.

After running two steps, a faint yet familiar fluctuation of mental energy emanated from the rocky area behind the base.

The female soldier suddenly stopped in her tracks.

His keen senses made it impossible for him to make a mistake.

Without hesitation, they changed direction and quickly followed the undulating terrain. Each step was both rapid and steady, the sound of their military boots clattering on the gravel particularly clear in the wilderness.

When he finally stopped in front of a narrow crevice in the rocks and saw the huddled figure inside, all his anxiety and worry turned into real heartache.

His master, Shen Yan, who always carried a bit of pride and arrogance, was now like an abandoned cub, curled up tightly in a cold, dirty corner.

It seems he suffered a lot, but luckily he has no injuries.

His messy black hair was covered in dust, and his fair and handsome face was patchy with black and white marks. His torn clothes made him look disheveled.

"A mighty ruler."

Karandal's voice was hoarse and filled with extreme heartache as he crouched down and carefully approached the other person.

Shen Yan, who was curled up, trembled and raised his head in disbelief. When his eyes, brimming with tears, reflected the worried face of the female soldier, all his strength crumbled at that moment.

"Wife..."

Her voice was heavy with sobs and disbelief, but even more so with an overwhelming sense of grievance. The last syllable of her voice trailed off, and her eyes were filled with dependence.

Shen Yan is not a sentimental or weak person, but for some reason, once he meets Kalandel, all his little emotions are magnified a hundredfold, making him unable to help but feel a lump in his throat.

"it's me."

Karandal knelt on one knee outside the crevice, his arms outstretched inward, his voice gentler than ever before: "I'm sorry I'm late."

This sentence was like flipping a switch.

The next second, Shen Yan practically scrambled out of the crevice, throwing himself into his wife's firm, warm embrace. He gripped her military uniform tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He buried his face deep in his partner's neck, greedily inhaling that comforting, familiar scent.

"I miss you so much……"

The muffled, aggrieved accusation, tinged with a thick nasal tone, each word like a hook dipped in honey, tugging at the heartstrings with a sharp pain.

"They bullied me...that bastard even wanted to...even wanted to..."

He didn't say anything more, but instead snuggled closer into Karandel's arms, his lips constantly rubbing and kissing his wife's neck, leaving little red marks, trying to seek comfort.

The female soldier gently patted Shen Yan's back, her chin resting on his soft hair, feeling the subtle rubbing as he sought comfort. The murderous intent and anger in her heart were covered by affection.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault."

His voice was deep and gentle, filled with boundless indulgence: "I swear, I will never let you suffer even the slightest injustice again."

He repeatedly assured him, patiently comforting the pampered male who had finally found someone to rely on and began to act spoiled without restraint.

Holding the male insect tightly in her arms, who rarely showed such vulnerability, and feeling its complete dependence, heartache and anger intertwined in her chest.

Gently patting Shen Yan's back, he reassured him in a deep, steady voice, "It's alright, I'm here."

Just as this tender moment was breaking the silence, hurried and chaotic footsteps and shouts grew louder as they approached.

"That kid is definitely still in the crevice!"

"Damn it, we've failed to catch him twice already. Since that's the case, let's just finish him off to prevent future trouble!"

The space pirates, armed with energy weapons, charged forward menacingly, clearly enraged by their previous two failed attempts to capture Shen Yan and intending to silence him this time.

They spotted the two insects embracing each other at a glance, especially the male insect that had caused them trouble, and immediately raised their weapons.

"He's there! And there's a female soldier too, take them both out!"

Karandal's eyes instantly turned cold.

He quickly shielded Shen Yan behind him, using his own back to create a barrier for the other party.

The gentle and indulgent expression faded, replaced by the chilling killing intent of a tough female soldier.

"Hide well."

next second.

The silver-blue figure moved with ghostly speed, rushing into their midst before the space pirates could even fully pull the trigger.

With a swift movement, he precisely struck the wrist of the nearest space pirate, sending the energy gun crashing to the ground. He caught the falling weapon the instant the pirate cried out in pain, the motion so fluid it seemed he had rehearsed it a thousand times.

What happened next instilled real fear in all the space pirates.

The female soldier, wielding an energy weapon, began a one-sided crushing attack.

Without even aiming, a raised hand precisely strikes the target, the dazzling energy beam tracing a deadly trajectory through the dimly lit, rocky area, each flash accompanied by a scream and a falling figure.

His icy blue hair traced sharp arcs under the beam of energy, and the general's star insignia on his epaulets flickered as he moved.

There were no superfluous movements; every attack was accompanied by the defeat of the space pirates. It was as if they were not fighting, but performing a violent aesthetic called absolute suppression.

Shen Yan leaned close to the stone wall, watching Karandel's figure weave through the enemy ranks, and held his breath.

He had seen his wife in many different ways—

Gentle, down-on-his-luck, licentious, composed, cold—but I've never seen anything like it... breathtaking.

Faced with the relentless onslaught of enemy insects, he sidestepped attacks, parried, and counterattacked. Every movement was precise, as if calculated with the utmost care, a brutal beauty woven from pure power and speed.

Combined with the precise bursts of energy weapons, the movements were as fluid as a dance, yet each strike was deadly.

Shen Yan was stunned.

He could clearly sense the restrained yet immense power emanating from Kalandall, the absolute confidence and control honed on the battlefield, the kind of power that belonged to the strongest warrior.

This power is different from his newly awakened spiritual power; it is an instinct honed through countless trials and tribulations and ingrained in his very being.

A mix of awe, pride, and an indescribable allure surged within me.

His wife, it turns out, was such a dazzling presence on her own battlefield, breathtakingly beautiful.

In less than five minutes, all the space pirates who came to silence them were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

He casually tossed the energy weapon aside, as if it were just an insignificant tool.

Calander swept through the area efficiently, clearing obstacles as if they were obstacles, throwing all the paralyzed space pirates into their cells, and swiftly contacting the interstellar prison to take over.

When he ended the communication and turned to walk towards Shen Yan, the chilling aura around him that had instilled fear in insects had quietly subsided, and he had transformed back into the gentle, obedient, and beautiful female ruler.

The male ruler stared at him intently, his beautiful eyes filled not with fear, but with an almost overflowing sense of amazement and... a kind of shimmering worship.

Karandal raised an eyebrow slightly, stepped forward, and scrutinized him closely. "Didn't scare you?"

The male, snapping out of his daze, shook his head vigorously, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around the female soldier's strong waist, burying his face in her chest. His muffled voice was filled with undisguised excitement:

"No! My wife is amazing! Super cool!"

Karandal chuckled, tightened his arms around him, and the last trace of the ferocity he felt from the battle vanished without a trace.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of Shen Yan's head:

"Let's go back together, my lord."