A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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The car door opened, and the chubby, 1.6-meter-tall adjutant of the prince rolled out!

Ah, Bampo!

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Minister Greta patted the Crown Prince, who was still lying face down, "Lieutenant Bamboo is here."

"What?" The Crown Prince looked up.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Bambo downstairs was already running happily inside.

"Hmm?" The Crown Prince peered over the railing at him. "Why is Bambo here?"

The air route from Liernia to Earth is not yet open, is it?

"I heard that the Minister of Engineering has had a batch of equipment transported by insects. It should have come with the equipment ship, right?" Minister Greta also came to see what was going on.

As for why I came here, do I even need to think about it? You weren't in Liernia, and you even took away the powerful ministers of the Crown Prince's faction. Lieutenant Bambo must have been bullied by the bugs.

The power struggles among female insects are brutal.

Male insects are naturally pampered, but female insects are different; female insects are born to compete.

They compete for everything: resources, status, partners—of course, the last one is usually linked to the first two.

The position of Crown Prince's adjutant is very high, indicating that he is a close follower of the Crown Prince, almost comparable to a general.

There were only two seats for the Crown Prince's adjutant, and Adjutant Bamba had no real ability; he simply occupied one of them because the Crown Prince liked him.

Unfortunately, they were a legion-based force, where strength reigned supreme and the legions were full of talented individuals. As a result, a useless bumblebee occupied one of the only two positions as the Crown Prince's adjutant.

Bambo's approach will definitely cause many insects to object.

When the Crown Prince was around, things were alright, but when the Crown Prince was away, Bambo was left alone in the Empire. He was probably ostracized and bullied terribly.

The chubby boy looks like he's lost two pounds.

He's a bumblebee. A bumblebee's health is directly linked to its weight; being thin means it's unhealthy. It seems he's really suffered a lot.

"Let's go take a look." As the Crown Prince left, he casually picked up Minister Greta's basket of lychees.

Minister Greta: "?"

He picked up the Crown Prince's basket with his other hand.

Bambo ran upstairs, and before he could even speak to the Crown Prince, the prince stuffed a basket of bright red fruit into his hands: "Bambo, hurry up and eat something good, you've lost weight."

"Waaaaah, Your Highness, you're so good to me..."

Before Bamba could finish his words of gratitude, Minister Greta, who had followed closely behind, wasn't to be outdone and stuffed another basket into his hands: "Yes, replenish yourself properly, there's more if you're still not full."

Crown Prince: "?"

Bambo: "Waaaa, Minister Greta, you're so good to me..."

Lan looked at Minister Greta: Do you really not want to do this job anymore?

Minister Greta looked at him: "Yeah, go ahead and fire me if you dare."

Minister Greta is quite capable; he's only seventy years old, I won't let him retire. The Crown Prince looked at him: "You're dreaming. I'll make you work for another hundred years."

Minister Greta clutched her chest: ...You win.

The Crown Prince peeled a lychee for Bambo, showed him how to eat it, and then watched him happily eat a few.

Ah, it's so nice to watch Bampo's mukbang; it makes my meals taste better.

However, I still had something important to ask: "Bambo, what brings you here? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on the Xiongbao Association for me in the Empire? Did they cause trouble?"

Bamba, carrying two baskets of fruit and being fed by the Crown Prince, stood at attention and reported, "Oh, there's something (chewing)."

"Your Highness (chewing), something has happened. I don't know if it counts as causing trouble (chewing). Anyway, I've never seen you before, and nobody knows how to handle it (chewing). So I came to ask you (swallowing)."

"One of our generals has filed for divorce from his powerful lord!"

Crown Prince: "Wow!"

Minister Greta: "Wow."

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Previously, the Zerg Empire was a matriarchal society where males were revered. After marriage, female Zerg would address the male as their lord, take his surname, and all their property would belong to the lord.

According to the law, a male insect can have one female lord, three female servants, and any number of female slaves. Moreover, apart from the female lord, the remaining mates can dispose of his or her life at will.

Aside from the female queen who retains a pitifully small amount of insect rights, the remaining positions, once filled with women, mean that once they marry, they hand over their lives to the male queen to be trampled upon.

It sounds perverted now, and it really is perverted.

All of this is thanks to the Male Protection Association, which pushed the gender roles in the empire to a very unhealthy level.

After the case of the male insect's imprisonment hundreds of years ago, the number of male insects became so scarce that female insects were willing to do anything for the sake of reproduction and to soothe the male insects' spirits.

The male protection association and the council are extremely protective of male insects, preventing female insects from having any dignity in front of them.

The phenomenon of male Zerg abusing females has become so prevalent in the Zerg Empire that even the females themselves have become accustomed to it, no longer feeling humiliated, and even thinking that this is how it should be.

If the female insect resists, she will be immediately captured by the male protector.

Moreover, once deep marking is completed between males and females, the female insect can no longer resist her male master. This is determined at the genetic level and cannot be changed by subjective consciousness.

It has always been the male insect that abandons the female insect; there has never been a case where the female insect has taken the initiative to ask for a divorce.

This is extremely rare.

It seems that the goal of establishing diplomatic relations with humanity has begun to show results.

Although air and rail transport has not yet been formally established, the gender balance in Liernia is gradually being leveled.

"Does the parliamentary court take on these kinds of cases?"

"They refused to accept it, so General Art filed the case with a military court."

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lounge, illuminating the marble floor. The Crown Prince and Minister Greta settled into their respective sofas.

This case is worth finding a place to sit down and listen to properly.

The Crown Prince gestured with his chin toward Bambo: "Explain in detail."

Bamba held a data tablet in his right hand, ready to give the Crown Prince a thorough explanation.

He watched the situation unfold with a furrowed brow; the matter was now taking off on the StarNet.

"General Kelley Alter of the Third Army filed for divorce in a military court against his superior, Kelvin Alter."

"Hmm, and then?"

"General Art...General Kelly has filed for divorce in a military court." Bambo stammered, but bravely changed the title of General Kelly from his husband's surname to his original name, "The cause of action is domestic violence by a male insect that resulted in serious injury to an active-duty female soldier, with medical records attached. The court has accepted the case."

Minister Greta couldn't help but applaud.

There is no precedent in the modern history of the empire for a woman to initiate divorce proceedings.

But 666, the brave insect is the first to enjoy the new world.