My evil self is completely unable to exert its power in the Zerg.

Although Su Tang's eyes were no longer burning, they were still red, swollen, and sore, and she could not open them fully. She could only barely open them a crack, and her vision was filled with a blurry, watery light and double images.

"Her palms are red..."

Glahad stated the fact succinctly, but his compassionate words carried an inappropriate pity for a paladin—Gladhad's own selfish desires.

The tall female insect carefully lifted Su Tang's swollen, red hands.

He took out a portable therapeutic device with an exquisite design that emitted a soft blue light and gently placed Su Tang's hands into the treatment tank.

hum...

The treatment device emitted a low buzzing sound, and the light green light waves enveloped Su Tang's palm like warm water, bringing waves of tingling comfort and quickly relieving the swelling and pain.

"Hmm...it really is much better..."

Su Tang couldn't help but sigh, her tense nerves finally relaxing completely, and she leaned softly against Gladhead's arm.

Having already used Michael's potion, the insignificant wounds on Su Tang's hands had long since healed, and the treatment device was only providing relief, so it ended quickly.

The young male insect took out its claws and made a grasping motion, checking the dexterity of its fingers.

But the soreness and lingering sting in his eyes still made him very uncomfortable, and he subconsciously tried to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Don't rub it."

Grahide immediately spoke up to stop him, his voice unusually urgent.

The female insect gently grasped the male insect's two restless little hands.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, as if making a difficult decision.

The next moment, Su Tang felt a cool, refreshing scent carrying a faint fragrance of grass and trees approaching.

Then, a soft, cool, and strangely textured fabric was gently placed over his eyes, blocking out all the light.

It seems to be... silk?

And the insect that possesses this thing—is it Glahad? It's the white silk scarf that he never takes off his face!

So, it was him the whole time? Not Michael?!

"This silk has a soothing effect on the senses and should alleviate your discomfort. Please bear with it for now."

Glahad's voice rang in my ears, seemingly closer than usual, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

The moment the white silk covered her eyes, Su Tang felt as if the world had been muted.

Visual stimulation was completely blocked, and even the faint sound of waves outside the window became distant and blurry.

The stinging and burning in my eyes receded quickly like a tide, leaving only a comfortable, cool darkness.

It felt amazing, like being enveloped in a quiet cocoon, isolated from all the noise and disturbances of the outside world.

"Ugh... my eyes don't seem to hurt as much anymore..." Su Tang sighed comfortably, her tense body completely relaxing as she leaned against Gladhead, her voice still slightly choked with sobs, "Thank you, GE... Michael giegie."

Su Tang deliberately spoke in a high-pitched voice, "I didn't expect you to have a change of heart?"

Glahad's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. He opened his mouth, as if trying to clarify something: "Your Excellency, I am Glahad..."

"Michael, listen."

Su Tang interrupted Gelahaid before he could finish speaking.

As the saying goes, "Keep warm and think about keeping warm."

Having endured enough hunger in the church recently, Su Tang was no longer in danger of dying. He was certain that he was still among the insectoid race and that his female insectoids would be arriving soon. In addition, Su Tang was doing well in the Holy See, so his courage gradually grew. His not-so-useful cerebellum was suddenly taken over, and he began to think about how to keep his cat-like insectoids warm.

"Although you healed my hand, it's all your fault that I lost my eyes! What if I go blind..."

You must compensate me for my losses.

"I was frightened today, will you give me some ginseng to calm my nerves?"

What?

Glahead almost thought he was hallucinating! Could it be that wearing the white silk that blocked his senses for so many years had finally caused him to develop mental problems?

But his eyes had clearly seen the male insect's rosy little mouth open and close, uttering that word clearly—that word that made him so ashamed he almost wanted to burrow into the ground on the spot!

"Michael, you must take responsibility for your mistake." Seeing that Glahad did not react, Su Tang simply took matters into her own hands, groping around and grabbing a handful of rice.

The little male was starving and started tearing at the outer packaging bag, not even waiting for Gladhead to open it for him.

"Your Excellency!"

Su Tang may not be good at other things, but she can still open a package without much trouble, at least she learned that from her time with the Zerg.

Glahad, a strong female insect, was powerless to resist, or rather, he did not even have the will to resist.

The tall female insect, with a mix of reluctance and willingness, willingly offered her weakness to the male insect.

Su Tang gritted her teeth smugly.

Hmph, of course he knew that the one coming next wasn't Michael, but Glahad, the smartest little male insect!

As the most evil villain, Su Tang lacks any bottom line. He doesn't care whether Gelahead is innocent or not!

In Su Tang's opinion, since it was Michael who caused the trouble, it was reasonable for him to take his anger out on Glahad.

Of course, it wasn't because he couldn't defeat Michael, or because he was afraid Michael wouldn't submit!

It's just that Su Tang, as a good villain of the Zerg, disdains to fight female Zerg. Besides, when it comes to villain revenge, he never distinguishes between the main character and the underling.

Brothers should repay their debts; it's only right! Gelahead was born to pay off Michael's debt! Gelahead's diligence was solely for Michael's benefit!

This big guy is so easy to bully, who else should we bully if not him?

Jie Jie Jie...

Chew, chew, chew...

Su Tang felt somewhat happy.

As a country bumpkin, he had never eaten such a big fruit before!

It's a pity he didn't have that insect-friendly potion, otherwise it would have tasted even better...

Su Tang thought that Glahad was blind and couldn't see her actions.

So they ate and drank without restraint.

He had no idea that the female insect could see right through his thoughts.

Su Tang's little tail hook, which refused to be idle even for a moment, was still sliding around everywhere, unwilling to be outdone.

This disturbed Gladhead's Adam's apple, causing it to bob up and down incessantly.

The female insect's white eyes, like shattered diamonds, occasionally flashed with a dark light as she stared intently at the little male insect wriggling around in her arms.

He is not a blind insect, but is sealed away because his pupils carry special power.

As the strongest female cicada of the Lantern Cicada clan, Glahad not only possesses an extremely powerful physique, but her mental strength is also comparable to that of the Butterfly Clan, who are "chosen by the gods".

That is why he, a member of the Cicada Clan who was a cousin of the Butterfly Clan, was able to be adopted by His Holiness the Pope.

But Glahad did not have the desire to become pope.

His character destined him to become a humble, honest, compassionate, just, brave, and loyal knight.

This was his long-held wish, and the insect he had been determined to become since infancy.

Within the Gelahaid community, there is an ancient stele inscribed with abstract murals.

Young Gelahead loved studying these ancient inscriptions and would tug at his father's hand, asking for his guidance.

"Ahem, Gelahad, this is the story of the origin god creating the world. Legend has it that at the beginning of creation, He was surrounded by five messengers: a moth, a cicada, a butterfly, an ant, and a bee."

Five? No males?

"Ahem... In the beginning of creation, there was no male insect."

"But... the holy scriptures say that the male insect is the favored child of God."

Young Gelahead couldn't understand why his father's words differed from the Church's, or why the family's records differed from the widely known stories.

"Gelahead, just keep the rest of the story to yourself. Don't tell any of the insects, not even your cousins."

"Ahem... I hope you'll always remember this story as just a story."

"Okay, Father, I promise I won't tell this story to any other insects. Please tell me, I'm so curious."

"In the beginning of creation, the world was beautiful and peaceful, and all life operated harmoniously under the efforts of the messengers."

"The god asked the messengers what kind of reward they desired."

"Cough cough..."

"The moth said, 'I am too weak and desire supreme power. The gods have granted the moth power.'"

So the god sent the moth to take control of the power.

"Butterfly said, 'I love beauty and I like beautiful things. I want to be the focus of the world.'"

So the butterfly, a divine messenger, came to rule over faith.

"The ant said, 'I'm a bit stupid. I want to become smarter and have more useful ideas.'"

So the gods made the ants take charge of intelligence.

"The bee said, 'I don't want to live a barren life; I want my world to be colorful.'"

So the gods made bees the masters of abundance.

"The cicada said, 'I hope that everything in the world can be treated fairly.'"

So the gods made the cicada the master of fairness.

"Is that all? What about you, sir male insect?"

"Your Excellency, male insect, is a gift from the gods."

"God gradually fell into slumber, entrusting the world to the control of five messengers."

Led by the moths, they conquered more planets and lands, and obtained more resources;

Guided by the butterfly, they dedicated their faith to the gods, making the Zerg stronger.

Thanks to the ants' creation, they possessed more weapons and machinery, and gained access to more resources;

Thanks to the efforts of the bees, these resources multiplied many times over, generating even greater profits and making the entire Zerg race thrive.

Cicadas... cicadas ensure fair distribution, but they don't play a significant role in the development of the species.

"But clearly, it's only us cicadas... who don't only think of ourselves!"

As Glahad said, four of the five divine messengers wanted to live better lives for themselves, while it seemed that only the Cicada Clan, by nature, focused their attention on the group rather than the individual.

The role of cicadas was unclear, so they gradually lost their function.

The four divine messengers became dissatisfied with the cicada's authority to distribute resources, marginalized it, and eventually expelled it from the center of power.

But once the cicada loses control over fairness, resources become impossible to allocate.

The moth believed that it had conquered the world and should rightfully control it;

Butterflies are masters at winning over insects; all living things regard their words as gospel, and butterflies feel that they are the most deserving of such favor.

The ant said that without its own inventions, the moth could not easily conquer the world, and the butterfly could not collect faith; the world should belong to it.

The bee believes that all wealth is managed by him. Without his economic support, the ant could not create it, the moth could not conquer it, let alone the butterfly collect faith.

Clearly, when God created the winged insect race, He forgot to instill qualities of harmony and humility in them, and the divine messengers launched a world war.

Even the hermit's cicada was swept up in the frenzy.

later……

With the insect population dwindling, only a handful of insectoids remained under the command of the divine messenger, and they finally realized the catastrophic disaster they had caused.

The five messengers apologized to the sleeping gods and wanted to make amends for their mistakes.

The sleeping god was awakened and found the world riddled with holes. He was furious and ordered his messengers to restore the world.

The messengers of God once again worked together to rebuild their homeland and try to restore its former prosperity.

Buildings can be restored, but life cannot.

The messengers of God received their respective blessings from the gods, but they did not have the ability to create life, or rather, to reproduce.

Even the bee, which governs abundance, can only promote the growth of all things, but cannot save lost lives or create new ones.

The messengers apologized to the gods once again.

In desperation, the god bestowed his most beloved son upon five divine messengers.

This is the sixth divine messenger, or rather, the true divine messenger—the male insect.

The male insect is in charge of reproduction.

And so life returned to the world.

Stories of the male insect and the five divine messengers creating life are found all over the world...

"But the Zerg's inherent selfishness and plundering nature mean they will always fight for the male Zerg for their own benefit."

"How could this be..." Glahad's eyes widened. "Then, is Your Excellency in danger?"

"No, this time, the cicada that governs fairness has not exiled itself again. A god has sent the cicada to the side of the male insect to ensure a fair distribution of benefits among all insects."

"Later, the cicada became the male insect's most loyal knight, deeply trusted and relied upon by him..."

"Ahem... Glahad, you must become a humble, honest, compassionate, courageous, just, loyal, and selfless insect, just like our progenitor. This is my expectation of you, and it is also the ancestral precept passed down through our cicada clan. Only such an insect, only such an insect, can win the favor of Your Excellency, Glahad!"

"Hahaha...cough cough...remember, you must win the favor of the male cicada! Glahad! This is an honor for the cicada clan!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Bang! The door to the room was violently pushed open!

"Damn it, how come you weren't keeping an eye on this madman again!" The elder of the Cicada Clan anxiously pulled Glahad into his arms, repeatedly checking him to see if he was unharmed. "Glahad, child, are you alright?"

"It's alright, Elder, my mother..."

"He's not your father! He's a madman with a broken mind! Glahad, child, you must not listen to anything he says! If you see him again, stay far away and find the guards! Child, you absolutely cannot get hurt..."

"My child, you must take good care of yourself and cultivate diligently. You are the hope of our clan. Next month, during the selection of His Holiness the Pope's heir, you must secure a place!"

"Yes... Elder."

Young Gelahaid didn't know who was right and who was wrong, but the "mad female father" was the only insect willing to play with him and tell him stories. He wouldn't harshly criticize Gelahaid or seemingly kindly persuade him.

Spending time with him was the only time that young Gelahead could relax and catch his breath amidst endless training and hardship.

Even though he was a "madman" imprisoned in the family's forbidden area who would occasionally escape, the "fairy tales" he told Glahad were gradually imprinted on the young boy's heart.

Gladharma was fascinated by stories that contradicted the myths known to the public. He secretly read many banned books and unofficial histories in his spare time to verify the authenticity of these stories.

The more he learned, the more he realized that these "crazy words" seemed to have some basis in reality.

In all the stories, the male insects are precious and beautiful, like a sweet flower, and Grahide gradually develops unwarranted ambitions.

He wanted to become a true "cicada," a just, compassionate, humble, selfless, loyal, and courageous female, a female that the male could depend on.