MCDWTBS Chapter 11
by Volare“Young Male Master is not ruthless; he is just a little Chong cub. Sison, he needs our protection.”
Hearing Sison’s words, Edwin didn’t show any fear. His gaze remained gentle as he followed the Young Male Master’s round little figure until it was blocked by the medical treatment facility.
Sison looked at his military junior with surprise: “Edwin, the Young Male Master almost killed the Duke! He’s not some little Chong cub. He’s a Male child who can take on an S-level Male Chong before even developing. You saw it yourself, the black tendrils, that’s—”
“That is God strength.”
Edwin’s voice was light but firm. Unlike Sison, he didn’t show fear, but was full of worry. His face, illuminated by the medical spectrum, was as white as jade, almost with a divine beauty:
“The church is getting more and more impatient. To cultivate ancestral Male Chongs, they’re even sending high-level Female Chongs who haven’t been on the battlefield much to Male Chong’s homes as Female Chong slaves, completely disregarding the weakening strength of the Imperial army. Sison, you know what this means. If they know about the Young Male Master’s strength, they’ll definitely take him away… I must protect the Young Male Master.”
Sison’s eyes widened, an incredulous look on his exquisite face:
“Edwin, did I hear wrong? You want to protect the Young Male Master, protect a God child with the power of an ancestral Male Chong? Don’t forget, he just beat the Duke half to death in front of you and threatened to turn the Duke into a pheromone culture dish—snatch mother above, Edwin, I’ve always admired you, but do you know what you’re saying?”
“Young Male Master just looks like a Chong cub! He isn’t really!”
Sison glared at Edwin, who still frowned with worry, looking no different from when Sison worried about Ilia:
“But the church has vast power. The Young Male Master is just a Male Chong cub. How can he handle the church’s questioning? He only attacked the Duke to save me. I can’t do nothing and let him get into trouble—”
“Stop.” Sison raised his hand, rubbing his throbbing brow. He had experienced a night that subverted his Chong life and didn’t have the energy for a stupid Female Chong who had lost logic and reason and was consumed by the maternal instinct to protect a Chong cub:
“Edwin, I really admire you. We were together under Marshal Ax before. I had a good impression of you, which is why I helped you when you came to the Duke’s Mansion.”
“But my answer is ‘no,’ Edwin. I won’t let you act on your own and ‘protect’ the Young Male Master, saying things you shouldn’t say. You heard the Young Male Master’s instructions. He asked me to stay with you to make sure you remember what to say and what not to say. The Young Male Master saved us. He’s our only way out, so Edwin, as long as I’m here, you can’t do anything. That’s what the Young Male Master requires of you.”
Sison’s gaze at Edwin carried a hint of sternness and warning. Edwin stiffened for a moment, then, remembering the cub’s tears and his promise of protection, finally lowered his eyes.
Sison breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he couldn’t do much with Edwin. In the Imperial army, Edwin was his most admired subordinate and comrade because Edwin was strong, upright, and fearless. He would do everything in his power to protect all his comrades, putting his own life and interests aside. Such qualities were rare even among military Female Chongs.
But Edwin was sometimes stubbornly terrible. He was like an arrow that didn’t know how to bend, never understood how to avoid the sharp edge, and even subconsciously would rather die than adapt.
Edwin’s appearance was extremely outstanding. Many Female Chongs were strong but were disliked by Male Chongs because of their overly sharp and rough looks, but Edwin was born with extremely delicate and classical features. If he was willing to cater to the Duke’s mind, he wouldn’t have been reduced to being hated by the Duke and beaten for three days straight.
At that time, Sison saw Edwin’s situation and finally couldn’t bear to help him. And Edwin, in return, almost sacrificed his wings and life.
Again, Sison believed that Edwin was a trustworthy comrade, a good partner, but—he was too blind to the situation.
The Young Male Master wasn’t some cub but the new master of all the Female Chongs and Sub-male Chongs in their Duke’s Mansion. And he didn’t need to be protected.
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Time was too short, so Serra could only manipulate his mental energy to hastily delete the robot’s records and order the Duke’s Mansion’s Sub-male Chongs and Female Chongs to clean up the robot’s fragments.
Then, he withdrew all the dark mental tendrils, and the color faded from his round cheeks, making him look a little pale.
He was a little exhausted. He knew that his mental energy was powerful. When he confronted the Duke just now, he realized the difference between his mental tendrils and the Duke’s. To him, the Duke’s two weak gray mental tendrils weren’t even stable in substance, as fragile as weeds, and he could shatter them with a little brute force.
And his mental tendrils seemed endless, constantly gushing out of the void as he summoned them. Serra had a feeling that if his body was strong enough to be a stable medium, the black mental tendrils could almost fill the entire space, even—
The entire universe.
Where darkness goes, so goes my will. This was almost no different from the legendary God strength.
The thought sent shivers down Serra’s spine. He was an atheist on Earth and was grateful for the indescribable and unnameable power in the universe. His body was now just a cub and couldn’t support him as a medium for his powerful mental tendrils.
He broke out in a cold sweat, and the little curly hair on his head was a little wilted, but he had to stand up and protect these defenseless Female Chongs and Sub-male Chongs.
Less than twenty minutes after the Duke’s mental energy collapsed, two aircraft had landed outside the Duke’s Manor’s defensive wall, each with a dozen or so Chongs. A red-robed Male Chong bishop walked out of the church’s aircraft, while a Female Chong prince with the royal golden-winged bird totem walked out of the royal family’s aircraft.
The Duke, as one of the four founding families of the Empire, had a very solid cooperative relationship with the royal family. The appearance of the royal family wasn’t unexpected, especially since it was just a Female Chong prince.
Time was pressing. If Serra didn’t open the manor’s defenses, the people outside the manor might force their way in. The Male Chong cub pursed his lips, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed Female Chongs and Sub-male Chongs kneeling outside the Duke’s gate, including many of his half-brothers.
Most of them were pale and sweating profusely because they knew their fate wasn’t in their own hands. Serra gestured to Emino, the most perceptive and favored Sub-male Chong in front of the Duke, who immediately crawled out and moved the Duke, who was still crooked and lying on the ground, into the medical treatment facility.
With everything ready, the Male Chong cub opened the manor’s defenses and collided head-on with the two groups of Chongs outside the door, bringing the robot that he had violently repaired.
“Your Majesty Serra.”
The Female Chong prince Ilotte, who came to meet him, bowed to the four-headed, pale-faced Male Chong cub. His exquisite face also revealed a hint of unobtrusive worry: “My royal brother sent me to check on the Duke’s condition, given that twenty minutes ago, the Duke’s Mansion’s robot sent an unfortunate message to the main system that the Duke was injured. The church’s Alec also has the same concerns.”
After speaking, the extremely beautiful Female Chong prince lowered his head and cautiously retreated a few steps. The Female Chongs from the royal family behind him were also quiet and restrained. The prince’s status from the royal family gave him a Female Chong’s privilege, which was that he didn’t have to kneel when he saw a non-royal Male Chong, but he still didn’t have much right to speak when a Male Chong was present.
Alec from the church glanced at Ilotte with contempt and disgust, seemingly very dissatisfied that this Female Chong could stand here and talk to the Male Chong by virtue of his royal status. In his opinion, Female Chongs and Sub-male Chongs were parasites who defiled the Male Chong’s bloodline and didn’t deserve to exist, let alone act on their bloodline.
“How is the Duke’s health? Have any Female Chongs or Sub-male Chongs offended him? As far as I know, ten days ago, a rude military Female Chong was matched to the Duke, but what went wrong with that damned military Female Chong?”
Serra’s fair face twitched, and his little chubby hands behind his back clenched into small fists. He was most worried that the church would link this matter to Edwin and forcibly take Edwin away from him.
Now, he was still too weak and too unfamiliar with this world to confront the church and the royal family head-on. Serra lowered his thick eyelashes, his childish voice with a hint of hoarseness:
“Male father’s mental energy collapsed and he’s being treated in the medical bay. Bishop, Prince Ilotte, as the Duke’s heir, I thank the royal family and the church for their concern for Male father.”
The Male Chong cub placed emphasis on the words “heir,” implying his eagerness for the Duke’s title. Alec, who learned that the Duke’s mental energy had collapsed, widened his greasy and turbid little eyes and screamed in disbelief:
“Mental energy collapsed? How could a Male Chong’s mental energy collapse?!”
He rushed into the Duke’s bedroom in a hurry, kicked away Emino, who was sobbing beside the Duke’s medical treatment facility, and looked in shock at the Duke’s pale, distorted, crooked face in the medical treatment facility.
Prince Ilotte was also shocked, but he had to maintain his composure in front of the Male Chong, still bowing to Serra before hurrying in to see the Duke’s appearance.
“How is this possible?! This is—how is this possible? The Duke is an S-level Male Chong!”
Alec’s expression was twisted, with a hint of fear that he himself didn’t realize. He was the lowest of the seven bishops of the church and was therefore sent to do some chores to check on the abnormalities of high-level noble Male Chongs. The church believed in the supremacy of Male Chongs, who were supreme and invincible, and God strength—mental energy was invincible. For S-level Male Chongs, they were almost immune to any threat. Even the strongest Female Chongs couldn’t resist their mental energy attacks, and the church’s armored robots could ensure the Male Chong’s safety.
How could this… how could this happen?
Alec’s eyes were red, his dark green eyes were turbid with blood, and like a viper, he turned to the Duke’s Mansion’s kneeling Sub-male Chongs and Female Chongs, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light.
The unexpected fall of a high-level Male Chong made him feel uneasy and in need of venting. And nothing was more relieving than cruelly executing these lowly Females who had failed to serve their master.
He was about to open his mouth, but Ilotte, who looked terrified and worried, spoke first:
“This is really too unfortunate. The Noah family is one of the most brilliant families in the Empire. If my royal brother knows this news, he will definitely hurry to appoint a new Duke to inherit the title.”
His extremely beautiful golden eyes glanced over the slowly walking, short-handed and short-legged Male Chong cub. On closer inspection, there was not a trace of sadness in his expression, while Serra raised his little face, feigning a gesture:
“Then I’ll have to trouble Prince Ilotte. Male father is unable to take care of himself. The Noah family’s property and title should be transferred to me as soon as possible.”