Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

Manjushri sat beside Heroion, his gaze calmly falling on the female soldiers undergoing testing, but the curiosity he had shown earlier was long gone.

Because his mind was filled with the prestige of Herroyen's high position.

Even here, Herroyen looked so glamorous. The lieutenant generals, adjutants, referees, instructors... every insect unconsciously lowered their posture in his presence, even their voices became several decibels lower than usual.

Manjushri could almost picture his might on the battlefield, the swiftness of his claws cutting through the air, the way his wings blotted out the sky when spread, and his unwavering resolve in the face of the beast tide.

He could even imagine his arrogance upon his triumphant return, his military boots treading across the Arc de Triomphe, with neat rows of female soldiers behind him, and countless pairs of eyes filled with admiration and trust fixed on his back.

And then there's his confidence, his ability to handle any situation with ease, that composure that comes from deep within him...

And what about him? If he didn't have the identity of a male insect, what would make him worthy of Holoyen, who has such a bright future?

Holoyen sat to the side, seemingly calm on the surface, but in reality he was secretly observing the lord's expression.

He had prepared a whole bunch of flirtatious remarks, intending to tell the male ruler the moment he was captivated by the heroic figures of those female soldiers that his physique, strength, stamina, and everything else were the best, and that none of those running, jumping, or lifting weights could compare to him!

The male protagonist remained sullen, while the neighbor's son, on the other hand, seemed to have fulfilled his dream of becoming a female soldier, excitedly clenching his fists and waving them around...

He sat on his special high stool, his short legs dangling in the air, occasionally shouting "Go!" or "Come on!" as if he were the next insect to be tested, his little tail swishing behind him so hard it almost flew off...

Holoyen glanced at the lord again, and the lord's absent-minded and dejected appearance made his heart tighten.

Finally, he had no choice but to turn around again and flick the little one's forehead once more.

"Aww!"

Holoi immediately covered her little head, looking innocently at her male parent with her big eyes.

Heroion didn't respond to him, but instead leaned close to the lord's ear and asked with concern, "My lord, what's wrong?"

As he finished asking the question, an absurd yet reasonable thought popped into his mind: Had the male changed his mind again? Was the male now starting to dislike the female, just like the other males?

Manjushri shook his head, not telling the truth: "It's nothing, I'm fine."

He was indeed a little uncomfortable, but he was the one who suggested coming over to watch, and if he changed his mind now and said he wanted to go back... Manjushri subconsciously glanced at the incredibly excited little one next door and immediately didn't want to be a spoilsport father.

But... why is the baby's hair a little messy?

The front part sticks up in a tuft, while the back part collapses, as if it had been poked by some immoral and uncivilized insect.

Holoyen followed the male lord's gaze to the cub, not noticing anything amiss, and asked, "Are you worried about Yi Yi?"

"No," Manjushri shook his head, "who messed up his hair?"

Heroion shook his head, blatantly lying: "I don't know, maybe he scratched himself."

"Oh..." Manjushri was a little skeptical, because the little one didn't have the habit of scratching his head.

Seeing that the lord had quieted down again, Herroyen bowed his head and said to the lord, "I'll be right back," then got up and went to the back, whispering a few words to his adjutants.

Yuze, the conspicuous one, immediately patted his chest, his face beaming with pride: "No problem, Marshal, don't worry! With me here, Yiyi won't get lost!"

Heroion nodded, just about to turn and lead the lord away, when Dia suddenly blurted out, "Marshal, Yuze said you weren't wearing this uniform when you came. Why did you change?"

He really couldn't understand it. It wasn't a particularly solemn occasion, and changing into a formal uniform was completely unnecessary for the physical fitness test.

Herroyen paused for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Dia on the shoulder, speaking earnestly and sowing discord: "Stay away from Yuze when you're free, he's a moron."

Yuze, unconvinced, immediately jumped out: "Why? I didn't spread any rumors!"

Heroion sighed speechlessly, too lazy to argue with him anymore, and waved his hand to let them figure it out themselves.

He walked back to the male ruler's side, took the initiative to hold the male ruler's hand tightly, and then led him away through a side path.

The barriers on both sides of the side path blocked most of the curious gazes. Heroion, holding the lord's hand, neither turned back nor spoke, simply walking half a step ahead, his palm pressed against the lord's...

After they went outside, Manjushri asked worriedly, "Is it alright if we leave first?"

"It's fine."

This is his home turf, what could possibly happen here?

Besides, he didn't need to come today. For things like this, which are just formalities, he usually just notifies a few adjutants to make the trip. He rarely goes himself unless the referee discovers a promising talent worth noting, in which case he will come to take a look.

"Why are you unhappy?" Holoyen couldn't understand it at all, and tentatively asked, "Are you still bothered by the scar on my back?"

He himself found it strange after asking the question. Hadn't he just kissed the male master until he was completely dazed? Why did he want to turn back now?

But why is his lord so worried about him?

That's great! I'll definitely reward you properly when I get home tonight!

He was pondering how to cheer up the male ruler when he heard the male ruler's voice softly in his ear, "How about we break up?"

Holoy was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood: "?"

Manjushri lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him: "I am not worthy of you."

Herroyen's mind was buzzing, and it took him a while to find his voice: "...What did you say?"

Manjushri heard the slight tremor in his voice, which made him even more flustered, but since he had already spoken, he had no intention of taking it back.

He took a deep breath, looked up and stared directly into Holoyen's eyes, trying to make his voice sound calm: "I said, I'm not good enough for you."

"You are the Marshal, the female soldiers who look up to you, the backbone of the entire empire!"

"And I..." He smiled, a smile tinged with self-deprecation and helplessness.

"I can't do anything. My only skills are feeding Yi Yi, putting him to sleep, and braiding his hair..."

"But anyone can do these things, you don't need me at all!"

He finished speaking in one breath, then clenched his fists and waited anxiously for Herroyen's reply. Whatever the answer might be—silence, anger, or simply skepticism—he was prepared to leave!

But Holoyen looked at him in astonishment, then angrily pulled the lord into his arms without regard for the occasion.

His voice carried an almost aggrieved urgency: "Please don't talk nonsense!"

"My lord, didn't you see the looks on all the female soldiers' faces when we disembarked from the starship, all of them practically wanting to take my place?"

"Who told you what made you think that way?"

"Is it Yuze? What did he say when he brought you here?"

"I'm going to kill that bastard right now!" Holoyen said, practically bursting with rage.

"No!" Manjushri didn't want to implicate the innocent, so she quickly hugged him back and explained, "It's really not, it's just what I think. I'm not stupid, they can't fool me."

Herroyne: "..."

If you can come up with such bizarre ideas, aren't you being silly?