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

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The banquet hall doors opened, and Orion, radiant and dressed in her finest attire, appeared.

However, as the crowd recovered slightly from the initial dazzling shock, a surprising realization struck everyone present like an electric current running down their spines.

Everyone jumped in surprise!

what......

Many people's gazes wandered, involuntarily fixed on his excessively handsome face.

This face...

It looks so familiar.

At the same time, other people's eyes were drawn to a corner of the banquet hall as if by a powerful magnet.

On the understated velvet sofa in the rest area, the Crown Prince of Liernia was leaning back with his legs crossed.

The same silver hair, the same excessively beautiful face.

He remained unmoved and expressionless, facing the expressions of the crowd; the two of them seemed like a mirror image, a reflection of each other.

Two faces that are nine-tenths alike.

They also possessed that inhuman, luminous quality unique to the royal family of the high-ranking insectoid race—it was exactly the same.

They look like twins, except for their eye color.

"hiss--"

Someone gasped softly.

This is too similar.

It was only at times like this that I truly understood the meaning behind Orion's title of Second Prince.

—He is also a pure direct descendant of the royal family, no different from the crown prince.

Everyone's gaze was drawn back and forth between Orion and the Crown Prince, as if pulled by a thread.

It's not an illusion caused by the lighting; it really looks like it.

Orion, who entered the banquet hall, seemed oblivious to, or rather, indifferent to, the commotion caused by their resemblance.

The waiter brought him a glass of wine, and he even raised his hand and casually swirled the champagne in his hand at the human guests watching him, smiling and indicating: See, isn't it interesting?

The frozen air was then broken.

The band seemed to awaken from a dream, and the soothing music flowed out again.

The startled human guests chuckled awkwardly and regained their composure, no longer staring at them.

A few close friends lowered their heads, talking in hushed tones, filled with surprise:

"Oh my god..."

"This is the second prince of Liernia..."

"They look so alike..."

"Brothers? But why does the second prince look older...?"

"They're not blood brothers, but I heard they're uncle and nephew. This second prince is the twin brother of the deceased Queen of the Insects of Liernia. Liernia doesn't have the concept of an imperial uncle, so he's still called the second prince..."

"No wonder......"

"They look so alike..."

"..."

The Alliance Director greeted him warmly with a smile: "Your Excellency Orion, welcome to the Human Federation! Your presence makes this White House shine even brighter tonight!"

Orion smiled and nodded: "I am deeply honored by your warm reception. Thank you for the grand welcome banquet you have prepared. I will certainly carry the friendship of the Human Federation back to the Empire."

His words were appropriate, and his demeanor impeccable, just as he truly was a peace-loving, friendly envoy carrying out a diplomatic mission.

The Alliance Director gestured for him to enter the banquet hall, saying, "Shall I introduce you to the human guests present?"

Orion declined with a smile, saying, "No rush, I need to pay my respects to the Crown Prince first."

His words were gentle, but he used the word "pay respects" as if he were visiting someone.

Orion bowed slightly to the Alliance Director in apology: "This is royal courtesy, to show respect to His Highness the Crown Prince. Please wait for me a moment, Director."

"Ah...it was my mistake. I should have, I should have," the Alliance Director said remorsefully, nodding repeatedly.

Then Orion walked unhurriedly toward the Crown Prince, who was sitting in the rest area.

The human guests are watching them again.

The scene quieted down again.

For some reason, I sensed a tense atmosphere.

In the corner sofa lounge area, the Crown Prince remained seated, motionless. His casual demeanor had vanished; he was expressionless as he watched Orion approach.

Orion didn't pause for a moment. He walked through the automatically parted passage of the crowd, ignoring all the probing gazes, and walked to the sofa as if no one else was there. He stopped three steps away from the Crown Prince and stood still.

Then, under the breathless gaze of everyone, the Second Prince, who had just arrived on Earth, radiating brilliance and silencing the entire banquet hall, very politely lowered his noble head, raised his right hand, clad in a pure white glove, and gently placed it on his left chest, where his heart was.

There, the emblem of the iris gleamed coldly.

Orion smiled and said, "Your Highness, Orion Skelway greets you."

His tone and demeanor were as respectful as that of the most loyal subject.

However, when he raised his eyelids, his gray eyes, behind the respectful posture, were like a bottomless, calm, icy sea.

......

Orion bowed his head respectfully and offered a gentle greeting.

Lan sat on the large sofa without responding immediately.

He glanced at Orion. He looked at his long silver hair, his white-gloved hand pressed against his chest, the glaring iris badge on his chest, and his striking half-black, half-white tuxedo.

He's provoking us.

Time seemed to stretch out, and every second was filled with invisible pressure.

This filthy thing.

The young emperor's lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile as he slowly spoke, his voice low and flat, yet each word piercing: "Orian Skelway."

He looked up, his eyes gleaming. Despite his young age, his imposing manner remained undiminished. He said sarcastically, "You've been roaming the starry seas for too long. Have you forgotten the rules of Liernia? Have you forgotten how to perform the full ceremony before the Crown Prince?"

Now, relying on the power of the Insect King and the Nobles, they act all high and mighty, forgetting the days when they were chased around like dogs by their father's army.

Every word felt like it was carrying ice shards, striking the marble floor of the banquet hall and the hearts of all the guests.

"Full ceremony"? What's that?

Orion's hand, pressed against his chest, tensed for a moment beneath his pure white glove, before returning to normal.

He raised his head, his smile unchanged, as if he hadn't heard anything. The curve of his lips even deepened slightly, making him appear more docile: "Your Highness is right."

Orion lowered his stance even further, his tone becoming more sincere: "It was my oversight. Having been on military campaigns for so long, I have neglected to review court etiquette. I beg Your Highness's forgiveness."

Lan looked at him, his face expressionless. In that instant, he was exactly like the former Queen Insect.

Suddenly he smiled.

It doesn't look like an ice sculpture anymore; it looks like a real little emperor.

Raise your right hand from the sofa armrest, suspending it steadily in mid-air with your palm open and facing down.

Without a word, without a command, but this arrogant posture, this hovering position, this silent stillness, all constituted a clear and irresistible order:

Kneel down before me.

A hand kiss.

This is one of the highest-level courtesies for subjects of the Liernia Empire to pay homage to the crown prince.