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

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The human alliance director and his family, having colluded with Orion to kidnap the Crown Princess, feared being arrested by the military if they remained in human society, so they followed Orion to Blackwater.

Neither Director Rodri nor Ferdinand was in a hurry.

Throughout history, the victor is king and the loser is condemned. They only need to wait patiently for Orion to win.

Once Orion wins, they will naturally become the heroes, and no one will dare to say anything anymore.

The starship's hatch slid open with a hiss, revealing the churning waves and the Black Rock Island outside.

Director Rodri was the first to disembark. He turned around and reached out his hand to those behind him, and his wife took his hand and followed closely behind.

The temperature on Blackwater is relatively low. Today, the lady is wearing a thick, pinkish-purple long-sleeved dress, and her hair is neatly pinned up at the back of her head. She is still beautiful and gentle.

They stepped off the starship and onto the ground of Blackrock Island.

The Alliance Director didn't show any particular expression.

The lady tried her best to keep her expression unchanged, but as she glanced at the unfamiliar black rocks and the gray sky around her, she still clenched her hands tightly in front of her, concealed by her handbag.

Ferdinand Rodri was the last to arrive, and as soon as he stepped off the starship, he looked around eagerly.

Ah, this is His Highness Orion's territory.

This was his first step into Liernia, and he would follow Prince Orion every step of the way thereafter.

He savored the air of power, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes scanning the surroundings with burning intensity.

Sunlight streamed through gaps in the clouds, and the seawater crashed against the smooth, black rocks, producing a dull thud before turning into white foam and receding.

The island is made of jagged black rocks with almost no vegetation, except for some dark moss clinging to the crevices.

The cliffs are steep and plunge straight into the sea.

Commissioner Rhodes raised his chin, his gaze sweeping over the huge, bare black island before him.

Not far away, there is a group of buildings standing on a black cliff, with cold and imposing lines.

The Alliance Director exclaimed, "It is quite a magnificent sight indeed."

Ferdinand nodded vigorously, took a few steps forward, and opened his arms to embrace the black rock island: "Fantastic! So beautiful! A primal sense of power! A true land of power!"

The woman did not respond to her husband and son.

She glanced back at the starship they had arrived in, then fixed her gaze on the massive building at the highest point of the island.

That is the Rock Palace of Orion.

Her gaze lingered on the building for a few seconds, then she lowered her eyes and tucked a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind behind her ear.

They've entered Orion's lair.

Here, they can kill or torture us at will.

The sea breeze was a bit strong. The lady gently helped the Alliance Director pull his open coat up and button it up, saying, "It's windy; you'll catch a cold and cough."

The Alliance Director patted her back with satisfaction.

His wife is the best omega.

Ferdinand was very satisfied; his parents had always been the epitome of a perfect marriage.

Although his mother talked nonsense a while ago, judging from her current appearance, she seems to have realized her mistake.

After they had seen enough, a female insect servant dressed in the standard military uniform of the Orion faction stepped forward and bowed respectfully to them: "Your Excellency, Madam, His Excellency Ferdinand, I am here on the orders of His Highness the Second Prince to welcome you."

Orion considered using them as examples when he later reclaimed humanity, and might still need them, so he hadn't broken ties with them yet and was treating them quite well.

The attendant bowed respectfully: "Your lodgings have been arranged. Please follow me."

The Alliance Director nodded reservedly: "Thank you for your trouble."

He raised his hand, signaling the attendant to lead the way.

The attendant bowed again, then straightened up and turned to lead the way.

The reception area is not far from here, only a few hundred meters away, so you can walk there.

The group stepped onto the scenic walkway.

To be fair, the scenery on Black Rock Island is actually quite nice.

On one side are cliffs and waves, with the surging sea below seemingly bottomless, and in the distance stretching a desolate, rocky coastline that appears to have no end.

The trail ends at a relatively gentle cliff platform. Several independent three-story stone villas are built against the mountain, with a unique appearance, half inside the mountain and half outside.

The outer wall of the mountain is a huge glass curtain wall with a panoramic view. Sitting in the living room and looking out through the huge glass curtain wall must be a great view, more exquisite than the rock palace in the distance.

The villa area was surrounded by a low metal fence, and several female insect guards in the same uniform stood at the edge of the platform.

The attendants led them to one of the buildings.

The doors slid open automatically, revealing a bright and warm hall inside.

The interior design is simple and austere, but the materials are of high quality. The straight metal walls, dark stone floors, and furniture with smooth lines are all upscale.

The temperature control system was functioning well, effectively isolating the damp cold and sea breeze from the outside. A sofa sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the sea, still gloomy, but with an excellent vista.

The attendant explained, "This is the residence His Highness has specially arranged for you all. Each of the three floors is equipped with a separate living room, bedroom, study, bathroom, and reception room, and the top floor has a viewing terrace."

The Alliance Director exclaimed, "Your Highness is so kind. Please convey my sincere gratitude to Your Highness."

"You're too kind." The attendant bowed. "The daily needs of the villa area will be taken care of by designated personnel. There are guards on duty outside the gate 24 hours a day to ensure your safety. But please don't misunderstand, they are only responsible for the security of the villa area and will not restrict your activities."

"Thanks."

The attendant then led them to see the villa's staff, including a chef, cleaners, and maids: "Each room is equipped with a call bell; please feel free to ask the attendants for anything you need."

Director Rhodes followed him around, a satisfied look on his face: "Your Highness has considered everything very thoroughly."

Ferdinand had already entered the living room and sat down on the large sofa.

"That's really nice." He touched the sofa, which felt like genuine leather from an unknown animal, and then picked up an ornament from the table to play with.

Now that their cooperation is complete, His Highness Orion is still willing to offer them such good terms, which must be because he likes them very much.

The lady stood at the door, not going in immediately.

She looked around the bright, comfortable, and tightly protected cliffside villa, her face expressionless, still beautiful and gentle.

There was nothing else to do, so the attendant was leaving, and the Alliance Director saw him off.

The lady stood at the door and gently straightened her husband's collar, which had been slightly askew by the wind, as he walked in.

Omegas just don't know how to read the room. Director Rhodes got a little impatient and slightly turned away.

The lady showed no displeasure at his impatience and readily withdrew her hand.

"I apologize, Madam, I almost neglected you. Would you like to see the master bedroom?" the attendant asked upon seeing the lady.

The lady gently shook her head and thanked her warmly, "No need, thank you very much. I'm fine on my own."

"Then I shall take my leave." The attendant bowed to the couple.

"Take care," the lady said with a smile as she saw him off.

After seeing off the attendant, the Alliance Director returned to the living room.

The lady followed him obediently and sat down on the sofa with him.

The Alliance Director spoke with Ferdinand about the future, urging him to win over Prince Orion's heart.

Ferdinand agreed.

The lady sat quietly to one side, keeping him company.

She didn't look at her husband and son, but instead looked out the window at the vast sky and ocean.

Her back was straight, her hands were folded in front of her, and her posture was beautiful and upright, like the most gentle and beautiful flower in the dark black stone villa.

Outside the window, the waves relentlessly crashed against the black rocks, creating a continuous roar.

As the lady watched the snow-white foam disappear day after day, she suddenly thought of the story of the Little Mermaid from human fairy tales.

The story of The Little Mermaid may be a tragedy, but thinking about it carefully, turning into sea foam is really not better than staying.

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They held a relatively high status on Blackwater, with dedicated servants attending to them, perhaps due to Orion's orders. They were treated with great respect, much like they were on Earth.

A few peaceful days passed on Blackwater.

The Alliance Director and Ferdinand are both great; I feel good about them.

The lady's portion sizes gradually decreased until she could no longer eat at all.

On the first day, the lady ate a decent amount of food, finishing half of the food on her plate.

The waiter cleared away the many remaining plates.

Another day passed, and at lunch, the lady only drank half a bowl of soup. At dinner, she barely touched her knife and fork.

Commissioner Rhodes noticed that her plate was taken away almost untouched, frowned, and said nothing.

On the third day at breakfast, the lady picked up only a slice of bread, tore off a small piece, rubbed it between her fingertips, and put it back on the plate.

She picked up her water glass and took a small sip.

The waiter once again cleared away the almost untouched food.

At dinner time, Ferdinand went to invite His Highness Orion to dine with him, so only the Lady and the Commissioner of the Alliance ate dinner together.

The waiter placed the steaming hot food in front of the lady.

The lady did not pick up the cutlery again. She lowered her head, covered her cheeks with her hands, and looked preoccupied and melancholy.

Commissioner Rhodes sat in the main seat, forking a piece of steak into his mouth. He glanced up and noticed the untouched knife and fork in front of the lady, and frowned.

"Not eating again?" The Alliance Director frowned, looking at his wife's slightly pale face.

Omegas are troublesome, but she is his omega after all, his beautiful wife, and he can't just ignore her like this.

Commissioner Rhodes put down his knife and fork, the movement not gentle, the metal handles clanging against the black stone tabletop.

The lady flinched and trembled slightly.

Director Rhodes frowned: "Madam, what's wrong with you these past few days? You haven't been eating."

The lady slightly raised her eyes to look at him. Her eyes were slightly red, and a thin layer of tears welled up in them.

She didn't cry, but looked at her husband with tears welling up in her eyes and a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

Director Rodri waited patiently for her to speak.

The lady raised her hand, gently wiping away her tears with her fingertips, and whispered to Director Rhodes, "I'm fine."

"but?"

The woman turned her head, her gaze drifting to the gloomy seascape outside the window, and said through gritted teeth, "Here... in this place, there are only these cold stones, only the gray sea, only metal walls."

Director Rhodes gave her some more patience: "And then?"

The woman's fingers tightened around the fabric of her skirt above her knees. She lowered her eyes and said softly, with a hint of self-mockery, "I'm an omega. I know it's useless, it's shameful... I also know these are extraordinary times, and it's inappropriate to say these things..."

Director Rhodes was starting to get impatient: "So? Just say what you want to say, no need to beat around the bush."

The woman wiped her eyes, then whispered again, her voice filled with grievance, "I know I'm being dramatic, but I really feel like I'm withering away. This place is so desolate, so harsh... I can't smell any flowers, I can't see any life... My heart... my heart feels empty, so suffocating... I have no appetite at all..."

The Alliance Director was completely fed up.

He didn't understand what his wife meant by all this. Did she think this place was no good, and then what? Did she not want to stay here anymore? Did she want to go back to Earth?

"So? You want to leave?"

"I'd like some fresh flowers in a floral arrangement..." the lady said timidly in a low voice.

The Alliance Director wondered if he hadn't heard correctly: "What?"

The lady raised her voice slightly, sounding aggrieved: "I said I wanted flowers!"

"Flowers? Flower arrangement?" Chief Rhodes asked incredulously. "That's it? You're crying and refusing to eat because of this?"

Omegas are such troublesome and fragile creatures, forever only concerned with trivial matters of romance and poetry. When the bigger picture is at stake, they're still thinking about arranging flowers.

But then he realized it wasn't so bad.

All they want are flowers, and they're easy to care for. As long as they don't try to leave, it's not a big deal.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. It's just flowers, isn't it?"

The Alliance Director opened the terminal, operated it a few times, entered a series of commands, brought up his identification code and a temporary pass application template, and quickly filled in the application information.

Purchase of non-restricted ornamental plants can be applied for through the Blackwater Star outer defense line.

"Use my ID code to contact the logistics department or the outside florists and have them bring the flowers in." He clicked confirm, and an encrypted electronic authorization code was generated and sent to his wife's personal terminal.

Orion is not completely sealed off on Blackwater Star. If the people inside need it, as long as it is not stopped by the Crown Prince and passes the inspection of the space pirates, anything from outside can enter Blackwater Star.

With a soft "ding," the screen on the lady's personal terminal lit up, showing that a new file had been received.

The lady wiped away her tears, her long eyelashes drooping to cover her eyes, and softly hummed in agreement.

Director Rhodes didn't want to continue discussing how to buy flowers with that petty omega, so he turned and strode away from the restaurant after finishing his task.

The lady was the only one left in the restaurant.

She silently received the authorization code and stored it in her personal terminal.

The faint sound of rhythmic waves could be heard outside the window. She sat quietly, still like a beautiful flower.

Yes, she is the most beautiful flower in the world.