Reborn: The Female Monarch Is My Life’s Greatest Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Charges Dismissed

Charges dismissed.

Just as Nathaniel was contemplating how to pull strings with his family to handle the accusation, Constant walked into the courtroom, dragging his heavy, feverish body.

I was the one who actively released pheromones yesterday, so he had no way to resist.

Upon learning that Nathaniel had been taken from the hospital by a large group of law enforcers, Constant, who had just woken up from his coma, hailed a high-speed transit vehicle via his optical computer and rushed there.

As long as I haven’t made a statement, you have no right to accuse my Female Monarch.

Constant’s gaze toward the Chief Justice was firm and filled with fury. Based on his lifelong knowledge of Nathaniel, if this charge stuck, Nathaniel would likely believe that everything last night had been a setup.

The trust between them was already precarious; this would only alienate them further. It might even affect Nathaniel’s rank as an Imperial Major General, leading to an unpredictable demotion the one thing a military female could least tolerate.

As soon as Constant approached, Nathaniel had identified him by scent. The lingering fragrance of yesterday’s encounter had left his body practically soaked in fig groves from the inside out; even now, he could faintly smell Constant’s aroma at the tip of his nose.

He had thought the other man’s goal had been achieved and that he was only coming now to add fuel to the fire. It appeared that was not the case.

Constant had rejected the Chief Justice’s charges and was even shielding him in his own way.

Those blue eyes, which had been alluring since childhood, were currently locked in a confrontation with the Chief Justice, only softening into a comforting gaze when they found Nathaniel’s.

The sight of a Male showing a “comforting” expression to a military Female was something that would make anyone burst into laughter no Male was stronger than a military Female, at least not in their world.

A weak rabbit protecting a fierce tiger was an absurdity. No Male would do such a thing, nor would they deign to, for in their eyes, they were inherently noble, and Females were merely their appendages.

But Constant did it.

It wasn’t stupid at least not to Nathaniel.

The usually cold-faced Major General let the corners of his mouth hook up slightly. That single smile made his adjutant, sitting in the jury gallery, shudder. Someone is about to have a very bad day.

As the adjutant expected, in the next second, Nathaniel snapped the electronic handcuffs restricted around his wrists with his bare hands. The instruments of punishment became mere ornaments the silver bracelets let out a distorted screech before Nathaniel pried them off, crushed them into a ball of scrap metal like waste paper, and hurled them at the Chief Justice.

You dare! After a sub-female clerk let out a scream, the Chief Justice’s face, already bulging with veins from rage, turned deathly pale.

Didn’t you hear? My Male Lord has dismissed your charges.

Nathaniel pried open the riot barrier beside him and stepped out slowly, even taking a cigarette offered by his adjutant and placing it in his mouth. Or perhaps, your goal was never the ‘charges’ themselves.

The Chief Justice froze for a second upon hearing the question, then roared at Nathaniel, who stood below with his head held high: Who do you think you are!

Hearing the Justice’s words, Constant realized the implication: as an Imperial Major General, Nathaniel had significant influence, but the Empire rarely interfered in private matters. Why was this accusation so aggressive?

There is a mole near me.

Nathaniel’s thoughts mirrored Constant’s. He sensed the strangeness of today’s accusation, and regarding such direct provocation, he didn’t plan to keep enduring.

After giving his adjutant a look, the subordinate immediately handed his sidearm to the Major General.

Charging and chambering—the entire motion was fluid. With a flash of a laser, Nathaniel blew a hole straight through the Chief Justice’s head. As the crimson liquid splattered across the wall, tracing patterns as it flowed down, every court official chose silence.

They had long heard of Nathaniel’s violent reputation. This military female, who became a Major General at only 16, had once single-handedly infiltrated a Bee-race nest, dragged their Queen out, and slaughtered her subjects before her eyes as a threat. This had caused the Queen’s mental entity to riot, leading to her self-destruction.

Such cruelty made the rulers of any planet tremble. They had thought that after he acquired a Male, he would mellow out. The result was what they saw now they had annoyed the Major General, so he used the Chief Justice’s head as a warning for them not to be too arrogant in his presence.

In the end, they hadn’t expected his Male to be the first person to rush to court to dismiss the charges upon waking up. Given Constant’s reputation as a playboy, they didn’t believe this wandering butterfly would change his ways after just one night. At the very least, he should have weighed whether this Female was worth the effort.

But Constant didn’t hesitate. If he had wavered for even a moment, the charge would have landed on Nathaniel’s military record, allowing them to strip him of his command for life under the crime of persecuting a Male.

Realizing Constant was still present, Nathaniel suddenly spat his cigarette onto the ground. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at him. Did I scare you?

The adjutant in the corner silently covered his own mouth. Only his rigorous training kept him from screaming when the Major General spoke to his Male Lord in such a tender tone.

The Major General having a Male was shocking enough. But the Major General using such a soft voice was on a whole different level.

You see, their Major General only used that gentle tone when stepping over the corpses of fallen enemies after a battle, before lighting a cigarette in the midst of their cheers and staring up at the stars.

Constant had seen much bloodier scenes in his previous life after the planet was destroyed. But when Nathaniel looked at him with such concerned eyes, he chose to show an expression completely opposite to his inner thoughts.

Nate, my legs are a bit weak. Constant called Nathaniel’s name affectionately and let his legs go limp. He nearly hit the floor, but his Female Monarch was quick, catching him in his arms the next second.

A drop of guilt fell into a deep pool, causing ripples in Nathaniel’s heart. I shouldn’t have done something that would scare him right in front of him. Even if I had to do it, I should have covered his eyes and ears. Furthermore, the other man’s body hadn’t recovered yet; what if he scared him into further illness?

This was exactly the effect Constant wanted.

He buried his head in Nathaniel’s neck and took a deep breath of the other’s scent. Due to the over-nourishment of last night, Nathaniel still carried Constant’s unique fig fragrance. It confirmed Nathaniel’s presence and soothed the panic Constant felt when he woke up to find him gone.

Nathaniel’s keen perception caught Constant’s gesture at his neck. A smile he couldn’t suppress added a touching radiance to his cold face.

The first thing his Male did after they were separated was to seek out his scent. For any Female, this was a point of pride. it represented the Male’s obsession with them and showcased their own charm.

In his joy, Nathaniel held Constant tightly and strode out, ignoring the jury members who were all looking at their own feet. No one dared block his path, knowing the consequences of provoking Nathaniel.

Because the Male insisted on dropping the case, the Male Rights Court could not convict him. The Chief Justice, however, died by Nathaniel’s gun under the “charge” of framing a military officer and disrupting discipline a loud alarm bell for the mastermind behind the scenes.

After sending Constant back to their giant villa-nest, the adjutant kept his interstellar hovercraft parked outside, waiting for the Major General to come out and return to Warship Island. However, he waited until dark without seeing his commander.

After checking the time on his optical computer multiple times, he finally decided to enter the villa to remind the Major General to return to the squad. But before he even reached the second floor, he heard sounds that made his heart race and his face flush instantly.

Didn’t the Male Lord just have a fever? Major General, if you keep this up, the Male Lord might actually die! You can’t be this wild!

And calculating the time the adjutant’s hands, usually steady as a mountain from years of handling weapons, began to shake. Four hours! The Male Lord is probably chilled by now after all, they have such fragile constitutions.

Weighing the pros and cons, the adjutant chose to return to his hovercraft. He finally found a Male Lord he liked; why doesn’t the Major General know how to cherish him?

Inside the room, Constant looked at Nathaniel, who was lying beneath him with a flushed face, still not quite recovered from the madness. Constant stroked the other’s brow with his fingertip. He had discovered a new way to seek pleasure from a military Female that achieved harmony without exhausting his own physical strength.

Mental tentacles could achieve neural resonance through contact. While soothing and healing the mental instability of a Female’s sensitive period, they also served as an emotional link. Today’s attempt had shown him a completely different side of Nathaniel, proving the versatility of mental tentacles.

When the signals from the brain combined with physical practice, the Female had no way to resist any of the Male’s movements, easily surrendering and sinking completely into his control.

Once Nathaniel fully recovered, his amber, glass-bead eyes were tinged with a bright luster. Having never experienced this before, he never knew that this could be so pleasurable addictive, even.

Unlike last night where he was the dominant one, the new method Constant proposed today allowed him to truly feel the tremors and excitement this act brought to a Female. He had been almost entirely submerged at the end. This unprecedented feeling of being “controlled” made him feel a desperate urge to stay close to the other man, like he had caught the scent of an attractant.

After everything was tidied up, though Nathaniel truly wanted to fall asleep beside Constant, his high level of military obedience forced him to return to Warship Island to train his army.

The adjutant, who had fallen asleep by the road, jolted awake the moment the hovercraft vibrated. Through the light screen, he saw the Major General sitting in the back seat with a look of extreme frustration.

He must be thinking about how to bury the Male Lord’s body the adjutant thought as he pressed the ignition. The craft started, leaving the scenery behind. Constant stood by the window, lifting the curtain, his blue eyes full of longing as he watched his Female Monarch depart.

Just then, his optical computer received a message. He clicked it and found an Enlistment Brochure.

Normally, such a thing shouldn’t be sent to him. But since someone had set this trap, he would play along. Perhaps he could find the mastermind trying to harm his Female Monarch.

The enlistment drive, originally meant for Females and Sub-females, suddenly gained a Male. This was a significant challenge for the screening officer, who hadn’t yet discovered his true identity.

Name?

Alex. Meaning: Protector.

This time, no matter what, he would not let his Major General face despair and helplessness alone. He would stand by his side and walk with him.