Zerg: Seduction! A brutal and insane female Zerg dotes on me.

Surrounded by the ice-free Far North Sea, Longkoda experienced a rare 'warmth' this February. Of course, this was only in comparison to the bitter cold of previous years; the harsh climate remains an unchangeable reality.

Harwick's life continued after Yan Kai left, simple yet busy. All the insects he had once spent time with seemed to understand each other at this moment, and no one deliberately brought it up.

It was as if a male insect named 'Yan Kai' had never existed in this place.

As night fell, Harwick lit a fire and started roasting meat.

When Tokar pushed open the door, he had just warmed the wine and was slicing meat.

Harwick was not surprised by his visit, and even invited him with a smile: "It's snowing again, have a drink to warm up before you go."

Tokar remained silent. His thick-soled military boots clicked as they hit the ground. He pulled out a chair opposite the female insect and sat down. His usual nonchalance vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.

Yalta suddenly went mad, locking himself in his room and refusing to see anyone, leaving all matters inside and outside the palace to him and Elke.

Although neither of them held important positions in the palace, as Yalta's confidants, they never let him down in crucial moments.

All the traitors have been captured. It took nearly two days just to count them and verify their identities. We didn't know until we checked that they were all unregistered!

Tokar began to admire Elke's wisdom; Longkoda's past insect population management system was like a pile of shit!

"Eat?"

Harwick sliced ​​a small plate of dried meat and handed it over.

Tokar accepted it without hesitation, and casually picked up the still-steaming red sorghum wine and drank it all in one gulp.

He glared at the female insect he had watched grow up and asked, "Tell me, what did you do to offend him?"

Harwick rubbed the oil stains left from cutting meat between his fingertips and chuckled softly, "How could I dare to provoke the Chief?"

Tokar pressed his tongue against his cheek and sneered, "I think you're bolder than the far north sea!"

Harwick put down the plate, touched the tip of his nose, and explained in a low voice, "I didn't do anything."

At most, it's a case of knowing but not reporting.

Tokar couldn't sit still any longer, feeling that this brat had no idea how serious things were!

She jumped up and demanded in a low voice, "Then tell me where the male insect went? What exactly are you guys doing?!"

Those male insects in the palace are probably also involved, and they're all somewhat connected to Yan Kai.

Especially Nolan, that male insect just disappeared at the Toslia Merchant Guild. Such an obvious thing, I don’t know if that old guy Alya is getting old and his brain isn’t working properly!

They release the insects without even bothering to clear themselves of any wrongdoing. Instead, they act as if they're afraid the other insects won't know they were released, deliberately bringing the insects to their own territory!

This is not a blatant provocation!

He deserves to be in jail!

Harwick lived for about twenty years, and his still-childish face looked exceptionally innocent.

"We really didn't do anything."

Tokar stood with his hands behind his back, filled with regret.

I shouldn't have agreed to Soria putting Harvey next to that male insect in the first place. What good things can happen between male and female insects? They all end up either dead or crippled. And if they manage to survive, they'll probably go crazy!

Tokar is now incredibly grateful for his brilliant decision.

Stay away from males; an early death is a blessing.

After a moment's hesitation, he said bluntly, "I don't know what Yalta is so obsessed with this male insect. If you know anything about it, don't try to hide it. That guy is furious right now, and I might not be able to stop him."

Harwick nodded honestly. If you really wanted to investigate, there wasn't much to say. Yan Kai left in a hurry, so he didn't ask. Anyway, they probably wouldn't see each other again, so why bother knowing more? He left a sliver of hope.

"Let's go."

Tokar tilted his head slightly, pushed the door open again, and outside stood two rows of guards standing in neat rows, all of their guns loaded.

Harwick stared blankly at the scene outside, his previously calm heart suddenly becoming unsettled.

Is there any chance of coming back after going out?

Seeing this, Tokar scoffed, "Now you're scared?"

Harwick was still young. Although he knew from the beginning that the leader would be angry, there was a gap between imagination and reality. When he actually faced it, how could he not be afraid?

He gritted his teeth, hunched his shoulders, and cautiously walked behind Tokar, just like when he made a mistake as a child.

Tokar glanced at him, sighed, shook his head, and walked out first.

Soldiers then entered and handcuffed the female insect's hands and feet.

Harwick's heart sank to the bottom.

* *

The interrogation room was a completely enclosed room made entirely of metal, with the surrounding walls gleaming in a dark gray light.

It was Harwick's first time in this place. The heavy hinges dragged on them, making a crisp echo that kept striking his eardrums. The further he went in, the colder his hands and feet became.

Tokar opened one of the doors, and Yalta, sitting with his legs crossed on a black leather armchair, tapped his sharp fingernails lightly twice on the armrest as they entered.

Harvick was suddenly lifted up by two soldiers, one on each side, with his hands raised high, hanging in mid-air opposite Yalta.

The female insect turned her body slightly to the side, resting her chin on one hand. Her pupils, which remained unchanged in their insect form, showed almost no emotional fluctuation.

He stared intently at the insect opposite him, his gaze icy, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Harwick, the Sean family has a total of 506 insects. They have served here since the founding of the Alitus Palace, generation after generation, for more than four hundred years. Is that right or wrong?"

Harwick felt immense panic in his heart, lowered his head, and answered with restraint, "Yes."

Yalta suddenly leaned forward, a cruel smile appearing on his previously expressionless face.

"Harwick".

"My subordinate is here."

“If your answer doesn’t satisfy me later,” Yalta paused, his gaze on the female insect as cold as ice, and continued, “then the Sean family will disappear from the insectoid continent forever today.”