The Whole Empire Thinks The Admiral Wants To Steal The Bride - Chapter 8

　☆☆Chapter 8 – The Whole Empire Thinks The Admiral Is Possessed By A Ghost (Part 1)☆☆

Chapter 8 – “Love is a Torturous Thing.”

　　”I’ll ask again, did you murder Lady Mona?”

　　”Then I’ll repeat it again— are you seeking justice for your fiancée, Admiral?”

　　”Joshua, answer my question directly.”

　　”I’m sorry, but the sword and protector of the Empire has no right to question me.”

　　”…you really disappoint me.”

　　Good stood there quietly, not daring to make a sound.

　　His boss was really a difficult woman to serve. Just take her appalling hobbies— carnivorous plants, alien spiders, beast fighting… Just mentioning one of them was enough to make other Alphas and Omegas stay away.

　　No wonder she watches her fiancé so closely, Admiral Glenn is truly a true warrior to have such a fiance!

　　Victoria quickly read Glenn’s communication records for today and smiled vaguely.

　　”You did a great job. Are you sure there is nothing missing?”

　　”No.” Good’s eyes flashed.

　　Of course there were omissions –

　　The imperial admiral, who was known for his calmness and generosity, actually secretly exchanged love poems with the Crown Prince, who was also engaged to another alpha, every day! The words were extremely hot!

　　You know, half of the men in the Fran Empire are die-hard fans of Admiral Glenn and Crown Prince Joshua, the best battlefield partners, and Good is unfortunately one of them.

　　Since both male gods had found such scary fiancés, it’s normal for them to relieve each other’s loneliness… Good, who thought he had mastered some shocking gossip, thought about it sympathetically, ‘My male gods, don’t worry, I will cover you!’

　　Victoria had no doubts. The communication records in her hand had been very consistent, and the frequency of contact was decreasing at a visible rate. She nodded with satisfaction and ordered her men to take the empire’s most expensive private detective out of her residence.

　　The situation had finally changed.

　　Joshua had been on guard against her for years, and despite her best efforts, Victoria’s power and network of relationships still developed slowly, especially the First and Third Legions led by Glenn and Ke Xi respectively – they were almost two iron plates.

　　But now it’s different. Who would have thought that Joshua Gustav and Glenn Sasir would one day become strangers?

　　She smiled, put her thick black hair into a fashionable bun, and lazily made a phone call.

　　”Hey, Mr. Laika, what’s the progress of my mecha development?”

　　•=|=•

　　Glenn had been unusually free lately. After the farce at Theresa’s welcome party, he had inexplicably had less work to do.

　　On the contrary, Miranda had recently been on the verge of going berserk again, and Glenn was always worried that one day someone would light a cigarette and blow up the military base.

　　When Glenn received the voice call, he was playing a new combat simulation game with Ke Xi. His space-class starship had arrived at the door of Ke Xi’s lair, and it was a decisive moment.

　　He glanced at the name displayed on the communicator- and hung up.

　　Five minutes later, the red eagle flag symbolizing Glenn’s camp was successfully planted on the highest point of Fort Cosey.

　　The Admiral felt refreshed and replied calmly.

　　”Victoria, what’s wrong?”

　　”Yes.”

　　Victoria answered quickly, her voice full of laughter, “What were you doing? I called several times but no one answered.”

　　Glenn looked at the terminal screen with the SSS score written on it and said calmly, “I was just in a meeting.”

　　Ke Xi: “…” Straight man.

　　It seemed as if it was raining in the room, and Ke Xi frowned in disgust. He gritted his teeth and calmly moved the heavy rain onto the sea.

　　”I’ll be there on time,” Glenn said evenly.

　　•=|=•

　　At night, the southern part of Dulan had been drowsy under the moonlight, but the northern part of Dulan was still brightly lit. This is Fran’s largest nightlife venue, with music and dance every night for more than a hundred years.

　　A black hovercraft quietly stopped at the entrance of “Twilight Club” and a slim woman wearing a silver mask got out. She calmly put her hand on the tall Alpha who was dressed casually beside her and slowly walked into the door.

　　A waiter came up quickly and asked carefully, “Hello, ma’am, do you have a reservation?”

　　The female Beta’s voice was soft and pleasant: “Yes, I’m Yali Weir, and I’ve reserved the Starry Box.”

　　Hearing the name of the box, the waiter in black looked more respectful. He performed a standard deacon’s salute and led the two into the hall.

　　The Starry Box is the most expensive private room at Dusk Club. Customers who could afford to book it were either wealthy or nobles, such as Her Royal Highness Princess Victoria and her fiancé.

　　”Are you mentally prepared, Admiral?” Victoria whispered intimately into Glenn’s ear.

　　The Beta’s pheromone was very light, but Glenn didn’t like the strange smell of ink. He avoided it without leaving a trace and said lightly: “I hope the gray pigeon you found is heavy enough and not some cheap scam on the street.”

　　”Yes, seeing is believing.”

　　Victoria didn’t take it as an offense at all and nodded with a smile.

　　The “Gray Pigeons” are an interstellar pirate group that had become active in the past twenty years. They had occupied two small star systems near the star Jinlu. Their territory was eye-catching and had attracted considerable attention.

　　Although they often intercepted the passing merchant ships of the four nearby empires— Fran, Celine, House, and Astra— these pirates had unique professional ethics: they only sought money and did not kill. Therefore, over the past 20 years, the Gray Pigeons represented by their leader, Laika, had been fluttering happily and had never been killed.

　　Similarly, the nationality of the “Gray Pigeon” leader, Laika, had always been the focus of suspicion among the four empires.

　　There was no empire that would not want such a bandit group that had both combat effectiveness and strong financial resources. This had nothing to do with money. As long as the empire allows it, the “Gray Pigeon” would become a knife to deter other countries…

　　Glenn was wearing the same black-framed glasses he had worn last time and a large plaid scarf. Half of his face was wrapped in the soft cloth, leaving only a pair of handsome eyebrows exposed.

　　His brows were slightly furrowed, and the eyes behind the lenses swept unnoticed over the bodyguards and pirates in disguise and lying in ambush around him.

　　There were people from both camps, and there were quite a few of them… The group seemed more like soldiers than Victoria’s bodyguards.

　　——Is this gray pigeon really a wild pigeon that had not recognized its master?

　　Before Glenn had time to think, the dark blue door of the Starry Sky box appeared in front of them.

　　Victoria dismissed the waiter in advance and pushed open the door of the box herself. She raised the corners of her lips confidently and her smile became brighter.

　　Unfortunately, the development of events is always out of control.

　　Victoria tried her best to maintain a kind facial expression and asked calmly: “…Are you Laika?”

　　The person sitting in the seat just glanced up at her and continued to drink tea with his head down, as if what Her Royal Highness the Princess told was just a piece of air.

　　Glenn was stunned for a few seconds, his mouth almost smiling, and the admiral had an urgent urge to observe the ceiling.

　　——This private room named the Starry Box was very large, but there was only a square table in the middle. A girl wearing a white puffy gauze skirt, twin ponytails, and chubby cheeks sat alone on one side.

　　The girl held the teacup calmly, with two tall and untidy men standing behind her, their status was clear at a glance.

　　Victoria calmed down, walked to the table with Glenn and sat down, smiling, “Excuse me, are you Ms. Laika? I’m sorry, your age is not what I expected.”

　　The girl’s face was as cold as frost, and she finally snorted coldly: “That old guy Laika is out picking up girls, I’m Hawthorne.”

　　Victoria: “…” ‘Hawthorne, the second in command of the Gray Pigeon Pirates, is an underage little girl? Could it be that Hawthorne likes this?’

　　As if he was annoyed by the scrutiny, Hawthorne took a sip of tea and said coldly, “I am a member of the Immortal Clan.”

　　No wonder.

　　Glenn understood.

　　The Immortals came from a small galaxy near Celine. Their lifespan is twice that of ordinary people on the planet, and their growth rate is also extremely slow. In the early Third Era, they were once the subjects of the nobles’ breeding and research. Many of them were slaughtered, and now they were almost extinct— how could the surviving Immortals easily let others know their identities?

　　Glenn raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his right hand steadily: “Hello, I’m Glenn. Glenn Sasir.”

　　Hawthorne did not stand up. Her slender hand clasped with Glenn’s. Glenn pursed his lips slightly, with something in mind.

　　The girl’s fair and thin body contained extremely strong power. It sounds incredible, but Hawthorne didn’t care about his identity, perhaps because she is strong enough.

　　”I am now in charge of your transaction with Laika,” Hawthorne said calmly. “The old man gave me a lot of information, but there was more useless nonsense than business.”

　　Hearing a teenage girl in a white dress and a chubby face calmly say such words, the sense of incongruity was simply overwhelming.

　　Victoria’s eyes twitched slightly: “What else do you want to know? I can answer it in person.”

　　Hawthorne was quite direct: “One, what do you need from us? Two, what do Gray Pigeons get?”

　　After saying that, Hawthorne smiled with interest, but the smile did not reach his eyes: “I am personally quite interested… One is the sister of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Fran, and the other is the old lover of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Fran. They actually got together and want to usurp the throne. Could it be that love turned into hate?”

　　Victoria blinked meaningfully and chuckled, “Love is a torturous thing.”

　　Glenn: “…”

　　”Besides, when did I ever say I wanted to usurp the throne?”

　　Hawthorne’s golden eyes were fixed on the black-haired imperial princess. She tilted her neck to the left and curled her lips in confusion: “What do you want? You run a huge industry in Dulan. Let me guess how much your wealth is worth now. 60 billion? You invested heavily in the development of advanced mechas, won over imperial officials and nobles, and even stole that person’s old lover. Now you are telling me that you don’t want to usurp power?”

　　”No, not at all.”

　　Victoria smiled softly. She raised the empty white porcelain teacup and threw it to the ground, the fragile porcelain shattering on the marble floor.

　　Glenn had already guessed this result. His eyelashes dropped slightly, and he wondered what he was thinking.

　　”I just want the last name Gustav to disappear from the universe!”

　　-TBC