Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

At this moment, a small flying robot descended from the sky. Its body was streamlined and covered with a silver-white metallic coating, giving it a very technological feel.

The robot gently and steadily placed a large package on the beach. As it turned to leave, Rosie noticed that beneath its sleek exterior were rows of black cannon barrels. This made her frown, and she wondered: Are delivery robots now equipped with weapons?

Admiral Mike bent down, unwrapped the package, and pulled out several beautifully designed lunch boxes. Rosie immediately recognized the familiar logo—the Spirit Mirror Hotel logo. Seeing it, her heart sank.

Mike placed the dishes from the lunch box on the table one by one, and the aroma filled the air. "These should suit your taste. Try them, Your Excellency," he said in a respectful tone.

Luo Xi looked at these familiar dishes and felt a little bitter.

Most of these recipes are her own, and even if they are cooked by other chefs, the familiar taste will not be too different.

She looked at Mike silently without saying anything, but just quietly enjoyed her first full meal in Atlantis.

……

Inside the command room of the Atlantis Capital Star Station, a man in military uniform stood quietly before a large viewing window, gazing out at the boundless starry sky. He was slouched, his brown hair slightly messy, and a thick beard nearly obscuring half his face.

However, if you look closely, you will find that his exposed eyes are in sharp contrast to his appearance. They are a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, as if they contain the depth of the entire universe.

Just as the soldier was lost in thought, another officer pushed the door open and walked in. He walked over to his companion, patted him on the shoulder, and reported, "The item has been delivered, and the transport robot has returned safely."

After finishing his business, he couldn't help but gossip, "Tiris, tell me... the Admiral asked us to come all the way to the Spirit Mirror Hotel via interstellar express. Was it to please Her Excellency the Saint?"

The colonel known as Tiris raised an eyebrow and replied lazily, "If you're really that curious, why not ask Admiral Mike directly? Just ask him: 'Do you want to be a bootlicker?'"

His companion suddenly became nervous and waved his hands repeatedly: "How dare I! But... the Admiral went to such great lengths, really not because he wanted to..."

Colonel Tiris interrupted him with a half-smile: "I don't know if the Admiral is a bootlicker. But you look like some kind of animal."

"What animal?" the companion asked subconsciously.

Tiris casually spat out two words: "Ascaris."

“…” The companion was speechless and stood there with an awkward look on his face.

Tiris turned around and continued to look at the starry sky, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

……

From then on, Admiral Mike would show up from time to time and take her to the sea to eat some cooked food.

After a while, Rosie's complexion improved a lot and her belly grew a lot.

Rosie sat quietly in her bedroom, flipping through an ancient history book on the Sea Gods. Her eyes were focused, searching the yellowed pages for clues about her own situation. The only sounds in the room were the gentle rustling of pages and the rhythmic crash of waves against the rocks in the distance.

Suddenly, the palace gate was pushed open, breaking the silence. Rein's familiar voice came, with unconcealed excitement: "Sissi!"

Rosie looked up and saw Laing swimming gracefully in, his beautiful blue tail swirling. A rare blush appeared on his pale face, and his long blue hair fluttered gently in the water, as soft as seaweed.

Rosie's heart moved and she put down the book in her hand. "What's wrong, Ryan?" she asked with a hint of curiosity in her tone.

Rein swam over and sat down beside her, his eyes gleaming with joy. He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his excitement. "I have good news for you. We've reached a ceasefire agreement with the three great empires. The truce will last until after the Rhythm of the Sea Holy Conference!"

A flicker of surprise flashed across Rosie's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She nodded gently, "Really? That's good news indeed." Her tone was calm, in stark contrast to Laing's excitement.

Noticing her indifference, Rein added, "The handwritten letter you wrote played a significant role. The other party quickly agreed to a ceasefire after receiving it."

Luo Xi turned her gaze towards the distant sea level, her tone tinged with sarcasm: "So what if there's a ceasefire? I still can't leave here."

Lain's smile froze, and a trace of guilt flashed in his blue eyes: "Sissi, I'm sorry, you are too important to us, the Poseidon clan."

Rosie sneered and looked at Laing sharply: "Important? You mean my fertility? I'm just your tool."

Laing hurriedly explained, his voice filled with anxiety: "No, that's not the case! You are more than just..."

Rosie interrupted him, her tone full of fatigue: "Don't say these useless things. Lain, we all know that I am just a hostage imprisoned here."

Laing was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Sissi, are you homesick?"

Luo Xi once again looked at the distant sea level, a trace of pain flashing in her eyes: "What if I want to? Will the Sea King let me go?"

Lain looked at her with a complicated expression: "I...I can go and beg him to let you go."

Rosie turned her head sharply to look at Laing, a spark of hope in her eyes. But soon, reason took over: "Are you serious? But... he won't agree, right?"

Laing bit his lip and didn't answer immediately. Looking at his reaction, Rosie sneered, "I knew it. You only say nice things, but you won't really let me go."

Laing argued eagerly, his voice trembling slightly: "No, Sissi, I'm serious! I will go and ask my father, I will find a way to convince him..."

Rosie shook her head and interrupted him: "And then? What's the price for my freedom? Your life? The future of the Poseidon family? Don't be silly, Lain. We all know this is impossible."

Ryan fell silent, his eyes revealing pain and struggle. Rosie looked at his expression, sighed, and softened her tone: "Ryan, I know you mean well. But... there are some things that are beyond your and my control."

Lain whispered, his voice filled with a deep sense of powerlessness: "I just... don't want to see you suffer."

Luo Xi smiled bitterly: "Then don't give me hope anymore. Pretended kindness is sometimes more hurtful than malicious intent."

The two of them fell silent, with only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoing through the chamber. Finally, Rein whispered, "I'm sorry, Sissi. I...I'll continue to think of a solution."

Rosie didn't answer, but picked up the ancient book again, as if she wanted to bury herself in those old words.

Laing looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally swam out of the bedroom silently.

When he walked out of the door and looked back, a look of determination flashed across his beautiful blue eyes.

He swung his tail, turned around, and swam towards the Sea King's Council Hall.