After Transmigrating, I Raised Cubs in the Insectoid Clan - Chapter 35

Remans closed the specially made soundproof metal door, and the dull thud of his silver cane hitting the floor echoed within the confined space. His pace was slower than that of an average person; if one looked closely, they would notice his right foot carried more weight, creating a slight limp.

That was a lingering injury from the battlefield years ago.

Strangely, while such a minor wound would have healed quickly for any ordinary female insect, it had become a chronic ailment for Remans. The military had offered treatment multiple times, but he had firmly refused. Shortly after, this highly decorated officer retired from the front lines and transferred to the First Imperial Prosectorate, where his career soared.

What added to the mystery surrounding the Chief Prosecutor was that he had never matched with any male. In fact, his name could not be found at all in the database of the Male Insect Protection Association. Some said he was a hidden piece placed in the judicial system by the Imperial family; others claimed he had pledged his life to a male on the battlefield, only to be abandoned.

In short, the rumors were many, making the mysteries surrounding him even more perplexing.

“The conditions here are much better than those in your military branch, are they not?”

Remans walked slowly toward Suter, his grayish-blue pupils scrutinizing him. He placed a transparent evidence bag on the interrogation table and slid it toward Suter with his finger.

“This letter was delivered to the Prosecutorate this morning. It was addressed to: To the Honorable Chief Prosecutor Remans, Personal and Confidential.”

Remans asked, “Does it look familiar?”

Suter silently unsealed the bag and took out a yellow envelope. It was light, yet it carried an inexplicable weight. When he pulled out the contents, a stack of photographs slid onto the table.

The content was disorganized, yet every photo clearly recorded Suter’s clandestine activities. Secret meetings, suspicious transactions, and solitary walks late at night. Each one acted as a silent accusation, exposing his carefully hidden dark side under the harsh lights of the interrogation room.

Suter’s expression remained calm. His slender fingers flipped through the photos one by one until he reached a specific image. His movement suddenly stopped.

It was a blurry long-distance shot of two figures walking side by side. Samuel was tilting his head slightly toward Suter. Despite the grainy pixels, the tenderness of that moment was still palpable. Suter’s fingertip unconsciously brushed against the blurry silhouette. After staring for a long time, he spoke coldly.

“I did those things only because I suspected him.”

“The reason?”

“The reason?” Suter’s voice carried a hint of mockery as he looked at Remans playfully. “Just as everyone back then expected me to be tortured to death by Seren’s brother.”

He tapped the photo lightly, then stopped. “But the opposite was true.”

“He was far too good to me. So good that it was terrifying.”

“Therefore, of course I had to investigate him.” Suter emphasized every word. “To find out what exactly he was plotting, and why he was putting on such an act.”

The interrogation room fell into a dead silence, save for the monotonous hum of the exhaust fan. Suter leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a cold arc.

“I never trusted him. It is as simple as that.”

Suter suddenly let out a cold laugh, tapping the photos again. “Is the Chief Prosecutor not curious who took these photos? And who went through the trouble of sending them to the Prosecutorate? The Prosecutorate has so many resources, yet instead of chasing the true mastermind, you are so interested in my private life.”

His hand pressed down hard on the photographs. “On a small scale, this is a family matter. On a larger scale, this was a successful counter-operation against hostile forces. It just so happened that a male was injured.”

The lights cast deep shadows in his eyes. Suter’s smile became almost cruel.

“Even if he had truly died, it would have been the supreme honor of sacrificing one’s life for the Empire.”

At 2:17 AM, the medical equipment in the Intensive Care Unit emitted regular beeps. Samuel’s eyelashes flickered a few times before he slowly opened his eyes. His vision focused on the white ceiling and the sophisticated machinery surrounding him. The room was empty, with only the faint sound of low conversation coming from outside the door.

He tried to open his eyes wider, searching the doorway, but he only saw the cold metal frame and the blinking indicator lights.

“Suter.”

Samuel’s lips moved soundlessly, dots of blood seeping from the dry cracks. External sounds reached his ears as if filtered through thick frosted glass.

Even just a look through the glass would be enough. This thought grew wildly in his mind. Samuel struggled to prop up his upper body, but the movement caused him to freeze. A tearing pain shot through the wound in his shoulder, and cold sweat instantly soaked his hospital gown.

He bit his lower lip until he tasted iron to suppress the dizziness. Wet hair clung to his pale forehead. His trembling fingers grabbed the IV stand, trying to use it for leverage to move toward the door.

However, his weakened body made this simple task incredibly difficult. The IV stand suddenly tilted, sending Samuel crashing to the floor. Upon impact, the wound in his shoulder tore completely open. Warm blood soaked the bandages and spread across the white floor in a startling red stain.

Samuel curled up on the ground, gasping for air. Every breath strained the wound. He gritted his teeth and used his uninjured left arm to push himself up, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the white sheets.

The door clicked open.

A doctor in a white coat walked in. Samuel thought he looked familiar but could not remember the details. Behind him was a young man in a uniform, Qisi.

“Your Excellency! Your body has not fully recovered. You cannot get out of bed!”

Qisi, acting as a special representative of the Male Protection Association, stood in the room. According to protocol, the injury of an A-rank male should be handled by the Chairman personally, but the current Chairman was a blood relative of Admiral Suter and was absent to avoid a conflict of interest.

Qisi stepped forward and bowed formally. “Regarding Admiral Suter’s negligence, the Association and the Prosecutorate have initiated an investigation. We will proceed according to the Male Protection Act…”

Samuel’s gaze bypassed the doctor’s shoulder, staring fixedly at the gap in the door. His heart hammered so hard it made his ears ache. If Suter were outside and heard this commotion, he would have already—

Nothing.

The cold hallway lights shone into the room; there was not a single shadow in sight. The doctor reached out to help him back to bed, but Samuel lurched backward.

“Where is Suter?”

Every word was forced through his teeth.

“Where is he?!” Samuel raised his voice, the sudden outburst making his vision go black.

The monitor emitted a sharp alarm.

Qisi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “The Prosecutorate. He should be undergoing interrogation now.”

Samuel stumbled toward the door, the back of his gown soaked in blood. Seeing the danger, Qisi moved to block him. “The evidence is conclusive! Even if you do not go, he cannot escape the punishment he deserves!”

Samuel turned sharply, a cold light flashing in his eyes. “Who gave you the authority to deal with my female insect?”

Qisi wanted to say more, but in the next second, a shimmering blade appeared out of thin air against Samuel’s neck. The blade was extremely sharp; even a light touch left several small scratches on his skin.

The medical staff who had rushed to the scene gasped and backed away to a safe distance. No one dared to provoke a male insect at such a moment.

Samuel exited the room under the gaze of those around him. He walked slowly, clearly lacking strength. He had no intention of hurting anyone; the only leverage he had to leave was threatening his own life.

“The responsibility for today lies entirely with me. I am sorry to all of you. When I bring him back…” He looked around at the medical staff who were afraid to approach. His voice was hoarse but firm. The blade pressed closer, and a bead of blood slid down his neck. “When I bring him back, I will compensate you all.”

Samuel backed into the elevator, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes. “I am sorry.”

The elevator doors closed, sealing away his pale and determined face. Only a few drops of fresh blood and a dead silence remained in the corridor.

Remans pushed a bone china teacup toward Samuel. Steam curled between them.

“Please, have some tea.”

Samuel’s fingertips trembled at the rim of the cup, but he tried to remain calm as he asked, “For what reason did you arrest Suter?”

Remans smiled. “For professional reasons, I cannot tell you.”

“Why?”

“As the Chief Prosecutor, I must fulfill my duties. I cannot show favoritism based on personal likes or external pressure.” Remans looked calmly at the young man before him. “By my simple guess, you came here so late for nothing other than to bail out your female insect. But you must also know that unconditional favoritism does not always bring the warmth you imagine. Instead, it can lead to the growth of evil.”

His gaze moved down, mockingly eyeing the blood-soaked wound on Samuel’s shoulder. The blurred bloodstain looked like a rose about to rot and wither.

Samuel’s eyes flickered. He spoke with difficulty. “I am not favoring him. There is a hidden side to this.”

On the way there, Samuel had received a few short messages from Slade, speculating on why Suter might have been arrested. Slade mentioned it was a targeted military operation by the enemy. Suter’s rapid arrest likely meant the opposition had already secured key evidence and was using Samuel’s injury to send Suter straight to prison.

Samuel was not a stranger to such tactics, but according to Slade, this situation was much more grim than the last. There was no room for negotiation. Director Ysera and Chairman Brunei had been completely excluded from this investigation.

The previous conspiracy had nearly left Suter stranded on a peripheral planet. This time, the enemy was clearly better prepared.

Remans raised an eyebrow and took a slow sip of tea.

“When I was attacked yesterday, Suter was not at home. Even according to your…” A violent fit of coughing interrupted him. Samuel hunched over as blood seeped through his fingers and dripped onto the floor with a soft sound. His thin frame shook in the large chair, like a fragile porcelain doll in a storm. “…laws, he is guilty of negligence at most.”

“Is that what you believe, Your Excellency?” Remans spoke without any detectable emotion. His long fingers stroked the patterns on his silver cane. His voice was as calm as if he were discussing the weather. “It seems you have some misunderstandings regarding your female insect. The Prosecutorate only acts when we have already secured certain evidence. To be blunt, even if you had not been injured last night, Suter would likely still face interrogation and imprisonment. If you truly knew the things he has done, would you still be here, risking everything to plead for him?”

“…”

“I know. I know everything he has done.” Samuel closed his eyes, his lashes trembling under the light. “He investigated me, installed monitors in my optical computer, drugged me, and…”

“And much more. I know it all.”

Remans raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his grayish-blue eyes. He waited quietly for Samuel’s explanation.

Samuel said, “He simply lacks a sense of security. He acts out occasionally, but that is understandable.”

Remans observed the changes in Samuel’s expression, noting how his grip on the teacup tightened, revealing his emotional turmoil. Finally, Remans sighed and added some hot water to the cup.

“The current chain of evidence is incomplete and insufficient for a full conviction. If we add your testimony, it could indeed…”

“Then let me take him back.”

“That is against regulations.”

“And if I insist on demanding it?”

“…”

What a phrase,insist on demanding it.

The air suddenly solidified. Looking at Samuel’s state, Remans suddenly let out a low laugh and turned to look at the dark night outside. Rain streaked down the glass, refracting the distant lights into blurry spots.

He asked softly, “Do you think it is worth it?”

“Whether it is worth it is for me to decide.”

Remans rose slowly, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles in his uniform. He looked down at Samuel with an expressionless face, his grayish-blue eyes appearing bottomless.

“The evidence from the police station has all been transferred to the Prosecutorate. Since you insist on demanding it, I will personally take you to the interrogation room to see. Can you swallow the bitter fruit that comes from this demand?”

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