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

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Later at the Imperial Military Academy, the Second Prince gained a new member of the Black Widow Spider race who followed him. She was very skilled in fighting, handled matters properly, and was extremely loyal to His Highness. She was quickly promoted by the Second Prince to be a candidate for his adjutant.

Naturally, many insects will target him.

The imperial sun beat down on the military academy's training grounds, making every grain of sand scorching hot.

The young insects sweated profusely, undergoing arduous training day after day, the air thick with youth, hormones, and an atmosphere of almost brutal competition.

Surviving among this group of young insects, who come from diverse backgrounds but are all exceptionally talented and ambitious, is no easy feat, especially given that the First Prince has already chosen his adjutant, while the Second Prince's adjutant has yet to be selected.

Originally, the Second Prince was surrounded by a group of young masters vying for his attention.

At that moment, the Black Widow appeared beside him.

The position of the prince's adjutant is a step closer to the core of power, and countless young female insects of noble birth dream of this position. What merit does a down-on-her-luck black widow have?

Many of those who had always thought they had a chance to become the Second Prince's adjutant became anxious at that moment.

But Sasha is very strong.

As a Black Widow, she was considered extremely dangerous in the entire empire, especially considering she had been fighting in underground boxing rings for two years.

What kind of disdain, jealousy, provocation, and underhanded tricks hasn't he seen?

Sasha devoted almost all her energy to training and learning. With her relentless effort and the innate fighting talent of the Black Widow race, anyone who went up against her was going to get beaten up.

Fortunately, his background was not honorable.

Many young masters mocked him, saying that what His Highness the Second Prince needed was an adjutant who could handle all aspects of affairs and had a strong political sense. What did you, a sparrow from the slums, know? How could you be worthy of coveting that position?

Sasha ignored the young masters' mockery and continued to study diligently before serving their prince.

He figured it out: the insect shouldn't wallow in self-pity and blame itself.

He came from a poor family, but he worked hard later on.

He had nothing to be ashamed of in this matter; the real embarrassment lay with those who had lost out to him. As long as he remained by His Highness's side, these worms who had been pushed aside by him would feel like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats.

It's terrible; the insurmountable obstacles in their lives are always right in front of them, and they still can't do anything about it.

Mocking him is probably because they're really out of options. Seeing him get stronger every day, and remembering their past contempt and targeting, they must be sweating bullets now.

Trying to manipulate his mentality and make him leave on his own is a pipe dream.

No one can make him leave their prince.

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The new generation of this Black Widow race is very promising, climbing up step by step, steadily and surely.

He not only honed his martial arts skills, but also refined his manner of doing things. He was extremely meticulous in his work, handling any task assigned by Orion, big or small, with great efficiency, even considering details that Orion might not have noticed.

Gradually, many insects changed their opinion of Sasha and began to think that Orion had struck gold.

He is Orion's strongest shield, always protecting Orion.

Orion wasn't stupid. He had been spoiled since childhood and was very sensitive to kindness and malice. He knew who was truly good to him.

Sasha quickly defeated several rivals and successfully became the Second Prince's adjutant.

The conferment ceremony was not grand, but in Sasha's heart, it weighed a thousand pounds.

He stood half a step behind Orion, dressed in a crisp adjutant's uniform, looking at the figure in front of him who had given him new life and a future, his eyes resolute and shining.

They were both very young that year. Orion was full of ambition and believed he was the ruler of the world. Sasha never contradicted him and believed he was the best prince in the world.

Sasha, following Orion, crawled out of the slums and suddenly became one of the most powerful officers in the Empire, second only to many legion commanders, rising to the top in one step.

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Sasha's promotion caused quite a stir in the upper echelons of the empire.

A young insect from a poor background with no connections managed to become the official adjutant of the second prince, Orion.

I've mistakenly entered the imperial palace.

However, only Sasha herself knows how difficult this "heaven" is to please.

The Second Prince is truly an emotionally unstable person; to say he's capricious would be an understatement.

The second prince cannot tolerate the slightest disobedience and may lose his temper at any moment.

If someone says something that doesn't suit his taste, if an operation is delayed by a slight mishap, or even if the tea isn't the right temperature or the food isn't to his liking, it can ignite his anger.

When there are people around, blame others; when there are no people around, blame fate.

Sometimes he might not have made any mistakes, but he just wants to find fault. His eyes are so cold that they can freeze the air around him, and any slight sound can provoke his unwarranted anger.

As his adjutant, who was closest to him and responsible for handling all his daily affairs and some military and political matters, Sasha was the first to bear the brunt of Orion's temper.

He needed to constantly fathom Orion's unpredictable thoughts, anticipate his potential outbursts, and promptly bear the harsh criticisms when he did, while also resolving the issues that displeased His Highness with maximum efficiency.

Tolerating his bad temper and terrible personality.

Many insects secretly gloated, believing that this Black Widow, who rose to power by luck, would sooner or later be killed or kicked out by the capricious Second Prince.

However, Sasha was diligent and never showed any dissatisfaction with the Second Prince.

No matter how furious Orion was one second ago and threw something in his face, Sasha could calmly bend down and pick it up the next second: "Your Highness, what do you think needs to be changed? I'll take care of it immediately."

Even some insects admired him.

No way, has he gone mad? Is it really worth it for such a small future? Is he really willing to give up all his dignity?

Sasha isn't crazy.

Our prince just has a bad temper. He's been spoiled since he was a child, so what if he has a bad temper?

If you can't stand our prince, it must be because you have no self-awareness and you want to rebel.

His almost blind tolerance made Orion's anger seem to miss its mark. Sometimes, after calming down, he would not even bother to pick a fight or get angry.

I'm terrified by your good tempers.

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Everyone knows that the Second Prince has found a maidservant as his adjutant.

Everyone knows that the relationship between the Second Prince and his adjutant is not like that of superior and subordinate, but more like that of a nanny taking her three-year-old brat out to cause trouble in the street.

She was terrified by her adopted son.

However, Sasha's good temper was limited to the Second Prince.

Once it hears outsiders discussing their second prince, especially negative comments, this usually taciturn black widow spider will immediately show the world the meaning behind its venomous fangs.

At an informal gathering of senior military officers, several supporters of the First Prince, who already had some reservations about the Second Prince, drank a few more cups and began to speak recklessly.

A Praying Mantis officer swirled his wine glass: "Tsk, the Second Prince's temper is getting harder and harder to please. Last time, I was just busy with border patrol reports and left his phone hanging for half a day, and he almost blew up our Ninth Army's command post."

“That’s right,” another officer from the Fifth Legion’s beetle race chimed in. “Working with him is a real waste of your life. Her Majesty the Queen is really something. Why not just train the eldest prince? Why did she have to bring the second prince into the legion as well, under the guise of training him? With the second prince’s temper, what kind of training can he possibly get? He’ll just turn every legion he goes to into chaos.”

"Exactly, our Fifth Army Corps has been tormented by him too. I really don't know how his adjutant managed to put up with it. I heard he got a severe dressing-down last time, all for a cup of water?"

"Hmph, like master, like dog."

A voice, tinged with obvious contempt, rang out; it belonged to a Butterfly Clan officer from a distinguished family.

The Butterfly Clan and the Skyllway royal family were related, and he was originally the most likely candidate to become the prince's adjutant. He had always looked down on Sasha's background: "She's a house-born son~ The Second Prince bites people indiscriminately, so of course his dog is like that too. That Black Widow, on the other hand, is loyal, still fawning over a mentally challenged idiot who's always throwing tantrums. She probably has some kind of special... masochistic tendency, okay?"

This remark elicited a low, malicious chuckle.

Just when they thought there were no bugs, a bug suddenly stood up in the next booth.

The insects on the other side who saw him fell silent at the same time.

Sasha, who had been sitting quietly in the shadows as if she didn't exist, stood up and slowly turned her head.

He was holding a document in his hand, which he was flipping through, as if he had been engrossed in reviewing documents.

His expression wasn't bad, but the temperature in this corner suddenly seemed to drop to freezing point.

The butterfly officer, whose back was to him, hadn't seen him yet and was still smiling.

Sasha stood up and walked towards the table of officers who had been chatting and laughing but were now completely silent.

The butterfly officer who had been speaking the loudest felt a chill run down his spine, his laughter abruptly ceasing. Suddenly realizing that the surroundings were too quiet, he turned around with a start, only to meet Sasha's cold, emotionless eyes.

Sasha stopped in front of him, her attitude very polite and her expression amiable: "Excuse me, Colonel Kevin, you just said something about our Highness?"

The Butterfly Clan officer Kevin was intimidated by his imposing manner, but relying on his intoxication and status, he still forced himself to remain calm: "What? Did I say something wrong? It's common knowledge that the Second Prince has a bad temper..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sasha interrupted him: "Our prince does indeed have a bit of a temper."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over all the officers who had just joined the discussion. The spider-like creature's eyes possessed a natural intimidating power, and every insect touched by his gaze felt a chill.

“Our prince does have a bit of a temper,” Sasha said gently, her gaze falling on the butterfly officer’s face. “But why do you say that about our prince? He just has a bit of a temper; he didn’t kill your whole family.”

The corner fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Sasha remained gentle and kind: "Since you call our Highness the Second Prince, do you even know he's a prince? How many lives do you have to speak so presumptuously about the royal family?"

Kevin's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he sobered up considerably.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

The other officers also avoided eye contact with Sasha.

Sasha leaned forward slightly, close to Kevin's ear, and spoke softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Say one more word and I'll kill your whole family."

He never roared or threatened; he was always calm.

But it is precisely this calmness that makes the weight of this statement terrifying.

Everyone knows that Black Widow Sasha never jokes; if she says something, she always does it.

These mad dogs who fiercely protect their masters cannot be judged by common sense.

Kevin broke out in a cold sweat, but he still stubbornly insisted, "I don't believe you dare to disregard the Empire—"

"At worst, we'll both die." Sasha straightened up, still looking very gentle, and straightened Kevin's crooked tie. "After all, you know I'm just a worthless life."

Kevin began to tremble uncontrollably, with no doubt about the truth of Sasha's words.

I'll say it again, he's a fiercely protective dog.

Sasha straightened up, no longer looking at Kevin, whose face was ashen. Her gaze swept calmly across the room again, as if nothing had happened.

He nodded as a greeting, then turned and left the club where the young officer had forced him to attend a social gathering, no longer lingering in this boring setting.

Only after his figure completely disappeared did the stagnant air in this corner begin to move again.

But no one dared to drink anymore. They all coughed awkwardly, looked away, and stopped talking.

From that time on, no one in the upper echelons of the Empire dared to openly discuss the Second Prince Orion. Even when they did talk about him in private, they would carefully avoid any occasion where his Black Widow adjutant might be present.

These servants born into the household are truly terrifying.