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

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Orion looked around; the air was filled with a faint scent of omega pheromones that hadn't yet dissipated.

It smells like female pheromones, but is unusually different from those of female insects.

Most female insect pheromones are intense, stimulating, and aggressive, but this human omega's scent is gentle, soft, and like a completely non-aggressive flower petal.

Orion would be crazy to move out of here and go live in the main building, the same residential area where that old fox once lived.

If there were any alpha pheromones left from that old fox there, he would probably feel nauseous just living there.

So he maintained a perfect smile and politely said to the Alliance Director, "Thank you very much, no need to trouble yourself, I am very satisfied here."

"I'm glad you're satisfied." The Alliance Director laughed. "Please."

The White House's special reception team was already waiting, led by a middle-aged woman named Beta, who was dressed in a dark business suit and had a capable demeanor.

They are usually the housekeeping team prepared for the First Lady, and they have been maintaining the rooms in the East Wing since the First Lady moved out.

Upon seeing the Alliance Director enter with his guests, she stepped forward and bowed respectfully yet efficiently.

"Admiral Orien, Director. I am Catherine, Head of Reception for the East Wing. Welcome to the East Wing of the White House. Your suite is ready. Please allow me to introduce you."

Orion gestured for her to proceed.

Led by Catherine, Orion, accompanied by the Commissioner and several officials, ascended the spiral staircase on the second floor of the wing.

The interior decoration style of the East Wing is consistent with that of the White House main building, solemn and elegant, with light gold and cream white as the main colors.

It can be seen that the former wife of the Alliance Director who lived here was a very gentle person. Flowers were everywhere, and various elegant landscape paintings were hung on the walls. Most of the curtains were white lace curtains, and the light-colored carpet was thick and soft, absorbing the sound of footsteps.

The entire second floor of the east wing is a huge room. Coming up the stairs from the large living room on the first floor, there is a heavy double solid wood door painted snow white.

Catherine unlocked the door with her special key card, grasped the brass-decorated handles, pushed the door open to both sides, and stepped aside: "General, this is your suite. Please come in."

The master suite on the second floor has seven rooms. The entire east wing has only two floors: a living room on the first floor and the master suite on the second floor, totaling nearly 1,000 square meters.

The room was large and luxurious, with a bedroom, study, reception room, studio, living room and all kinds of facilities. It even gave the impression of the royal palace of Liernia.

There are a total of eleven separate rooms upstairs and downstairs for assistants, bodyguards, and staff to stay in, so they can be summoned at any time.

Catherine explained, "The entire suite has seven main functional rooms, with a total usable area of ​​over 1,000 square meters. We hope it will meet all your needs during your stay on Earth."

"Thank you very much." After Catherine finished her introduction, Orion expressed his gratitude to the Alliance Director. "The facilities and environment here are impeccable, far exceeding my expectations. I will remember your hospitality and thoughtfulness."

The director's smile widened: "I'm glad you're satisfied. Liernia is a permanent ally of the Human Federation. If I hadn't treated you well, I would have become a sinner of the Federation."

"You flatter me," Orion smiled.

"You must be tired after your journey, so we won't disturb your rest any longer." The Alliance Director took his leave at the opportune moment. "Director Catherine and her team will be on call 24 hours a day to ensure that any needs you may have are met promptly. Welcome again to the Human Federation. We will be holding a formal welcome banquet tonight at 8 p.m. in the main banquet hall of the White House. We look forward to your presence."

"Thank you for your arrangements, Your Excellency." Orion nodded. "I look forward to meeting you later."

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The administrator and his federal officials took their leave.

The heavy suite door closed silently.

Only Orion and his adjutant, who had been standing silently behind him like a shadow, remained in the large suite.

Orion walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and watched through the smooth glass as the motorcade carrying the Alliance Director and a group of officials drove away.

Once everyone had left, the smile on Orion's face vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.

"Sasha," Orion said suddenly.

"Hmm?" the adjutant replied.

"Sometimes I really want to kill everything in the world that can breathe, because they are such disgusting creatures."

The adjutant remained silent.

Orion didn't care; he looked out the window.

The sun shines brightly on Earth today, and the meticulously landscaped courtyard of the White House lawn appears serene and sacred.

The view is expansive and the scenery is impeccable.

This White House.

space.

Security.

facility.

all.

All of these far surpassed the previous state guesthouses, reaching the standard of civilized and equal hospitality that should be expected.

Orion's gaze swept calmly over the mansion belonging to the Commissioner of the Human Alliance.

So it's not that they lack the capacity to provide it, nor that they lack a suitable venue. The cramped presidential suite at Blair House, that small space piled with antiques, is not exactly a building to be proud of.

There are plenty of large rooms here, and they don't take pride in small rooms. If they wanted to, they could build magnificent palaces. They just don't want to provide accommodations for foreign guests.

Orion suddenly seemed a little disinterested.

What kind of hypocritical, greedy, arrogant, and short-sighted creatures are these people?

Pig.

He was right; the Alliance headquarters was indeed much easier to breach than the military headquarters.

Even though he was an opposing force, he had to admit that the overall quality of the members of the Human Alliance was far inferior to that of the Human Military.

They are disgusting creatures.

The White House courtyard is manicured like a green chessboard, with winding paths throughout. Large swathes of roses climb along the roadside and bloom on the white pergolas, layer upon layer, full and vibrant.

Orion's gaze fell on the roses that were in full bloom.

rose.

It's disturbing.

Delicate and burdensome.

It hides sharp thorns.

They bloom desperately during their short flowering period, releasing primitive, low-level chemical signals that attract insects, before quickly withering and decaying.

affected and pretentious.

It's disgusting.

Despicable and vulgar.

Lacking any level of taste.

Like an insect king.

Just like the superficial, enthusiastic smiles of the Human Alliance.

He stood quietly by the window, looking at the roses.

What he hated most was roses.

He raised his hand, no longer looking at the window, and pressed a button on the control panel by the window to close it.

With a soft mechanical whirring sound, the blinds above the French windows descended, rotating and closing tightly, completely shutting out the sunlight, the lawn, and the sea of ​​roses that he loathed.

"Your Highness, what will you be wearing tonight?" the adjutant asked.

"The black and white one, I guess," Orion thought for a moment, then gave a cryptic smile and answered.

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It was exactly 8 p.m.

A welcome dinner for the newly arrived Insect King, Admiral Orion, was held in the White House Ballroom.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the high dome, its light dazzling and bright as day. The vast space of the White House banquet hall is filled with the exquisite aroma of fine fragrances, flowers, and desserts.

The waiters, dressed in smart uniforms and wearing white gloves, moved skillfully among the guests, promptly refilling each guest's glass and serving it in an orderly manner.

The political figures and celebrities of the Federation of Humanity had already arrived, clinking glasses and adorning themselves with jewels.

Groups of three or five, holding wine glasses, chatting quietly with smiles appropriate to the occasion, restrained and dignified.

Most of the conversation revolved around the newly arrived former prince of Lyrnia and the prospects for human interstellar diplomacy, with a small portion consisting of trivial social chatter.

The crystal wine glasses sparkled under the light.

A rest area was set up in a corner away from the main table and the center of the crowd. Four-poster curtains were hung near the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a relatively secluded space.

Gao Tian and the Crown Prince sat calmly on the sofa in the corner.

The Crown Prince is dressed very formally today, which will surely make these ignorant people distinguish between the important and the unimaginative.

"Tsk." The Crown Prince looked at the lively banquet hall in front of him and let out a mocking sound. His voice was so low that only Gao Tian beside him could hear it. "You foolish humans are happy, yet you have no idea that he is a big bad guy."

Gao Tian shifted his position and nudged him quietly: "You still have the nerve to say that? Isn't that the biggest villain from your area?"

"......" emmm, I can't refute that.

"You absolutely must take full responsibility, Your Highness. Go up and beat him to death."

"Get away from me!" the crown prince said angrily.

Back when Orion was just a space pirate, it was perfectly legal and justifiable for an army to gang up on him.

Now that Orion has been restored to his princely status by the Insect King, he has become one of the heirs to the throne and a contender for the Queen's position.

Now, if he wants to kill Orion again, he can only do so according to the rules of the battle for the throne: a direct confrontation between their physical bodies.

If he were to get others to gang up on him at this point, he would be looked down upon by all the Zerg people.

The queen's position can only be held by the strongest insect, just like her female father and Orion did back then.

But here's the problem. Lan has only just come of age; his current age, converted to human years, is only 19. His physical form hasn't fully matured yet.

Before her death, the Queen of Insects was 15 meters tall. Orion and the Queen of Insects were identical twins, and their physical forms were almost exactly the same, with probably not much difference.

He's only thirteen meters tall now (and he'll grow taller).

If we could kill him, we would have done it already. Isn't it because we can't kill him? The Crown Princess is so mean; all she does is make sarcastic remarks.

"I'm not leaving," Gao Tian said, deliberately trying to provoke him.

The Crown Prince was sulking.

How come he's so young? If he were in his thirties now, in his prime, I'd challenge Orion to a fight right now and twist his head off on the spot.

He can't kill Orion yet, nor has he managed to kill the Insect King. The political struggles in Lyrnia are too embarrassing to be brought before the Human Federation. He still has to maintain a superficial peace with Orion and subtly warn him not to do anything bad.

Ugh, I'm so angry!

The Crown Princess still managed to make him angry!

"It's my fault, don't be angry, Your Highness~" Gao Tian hooked his finger and coaxed him, "No rush, we'll develop a bit more, we'll definitely be able to—"

Before he could finish speaking, the gilded hands of the classical wall clock hanging on the side of the banquet hall swept across the Roman numeral "VIII," jumped slightly, and turned a tiny increment.

8:01 AM.

The two closed oak doors of the banquet hall creaked open and were slowly opened to the sides by two waiters.

The band played cheerful music.

The night air and cool breeze carrying the scent of roses flowed in from outside, and a figure appeared in the center of the open doorway, attracting the attention of everyone in the banquet hall.

Orion Skelway.

His silver hair was meticulously combed back, revealing a smooth, full forehead and handsome facial features.

His face was impeccably gentle and polite, with the corners of his mouth turned up, and his gray eyes, which shone with a hint of blue in the night, looked like pure ice crystals under the dazzling lights.

He changed out of the imperial general's uniform he had worn upon arrival and into a strikingly designed evening gown that was half black and half white.

The asymmetrical design of the formal attire possessed a captivating, almost ethereal beauty, making him appear much younger and almost indistinguishable from the Crown Prince. The tailoring perfectly complemented his slender figure, from the cinched waist to his neck, every line embodying strength and beauty.

The Noctuid moths are a species favored by the night.

It was even more dazzling than what could be seen in daylight.

Her silver hair shimmered and glowed in the moonlight, like shining stars.

With a slight smile, Orion calmly surveyed the crowd in the banquet hall, which had fallen silent instantly, with his gentle, languid eyes that seemed to look at even dogs with deep affection.