Winslow, in a new outfit, looked even more like a deity.
His silver hair draped softly over his shoulders and neck, with most of it sliding down to veil his slender frame. He wore a silver and white formal suit that fit perfectly, making him appear incredibly noble and elegant, much like a god.
The moment Winslow turned around, the words Chris intended to say were instantly stifled. He stared blankly at the divine figure before him, losing his voice entirely.
One could not blame Chris; every military Zenith who entered today had the same reaction. The saying that “clothes make the man” held true. Since arriving in the world of Zeniths, Winslow had worn various casual outfits, aside from the ill-fitting military uniform he wore at the start. It was only today, having exhausted his casual options, that he turned his attention to the luxurious formal wear that looked difficult to put on. There were many extravagant suits in the wardrobe; this silver and white one was actually the most minimalist, which was why Winslow chose it.
Is it too eye-catching? Winslow wondered. I should not wear this again next time.
Beside him, Samuel relied on his self-control to avoid losing his composure like the other Zeniths, yet his eyes held an irrepressible spark of amazement. He had heard how beautiful this legendary Male was. After learning that a single person had regulated every Zenith in the prison, he had guessed the rank of Winslow must be Super S-Class. It was common knowledge that the appearance of a Male was linked to his rank; therefore, he had mentally prepared himself for the looks of the Male.
However, he had not expected a Male so beautiful that one would become speechless upon seeing him. “Beautiful” was no longer enough to describe him. It was as if a deity had descended to the mortal world.
Seeing that Chris and the stranger beside him remained silent, Winslow spoke up with rare confusion. “What is the matter, Chris? Do you also need mental regulation? If so, please sit over here.”
Winslow pointed to the electric chair opposite his soft chair, signaling him.
Hearing the cool voice of Winslow, Chris snapped out of his daze as if waking from a dream. He lowered his head in shame, took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, and then looked up. His voice was raspier than usual. “Lord Winslow, thank you for performing mental regulation for the Zeniths in the prison over the past few days. However, for the sake of your health, you should not be here today. You should be resting in your room.”
Winslow, as expected, heard Chris nagging him again. He replied helplessly, “Chris, I am truly fine. I know my own physical condition very well. Regulating these Zeniths is far from reaching my mental limit, and it will not cause me any harm. Please rest assured.”
Hearing that Winslow intended to continue the sessions, Chris frowned. Even if the Male felt fine, it was not acceptable. What if there was undetectable damage? He stepped aside to reveal a robot behind him, indicating that he wanted to give Winslow a full physical examination.
Winslow knew that unless he submitted to the exam, this stubborn military Zenith would not let the matter rest. He could only nod and agree, though it wasted more time meant for mental regulation.
The results came out on the spot. Seeing the indicators all in the green, Winslow spoke calmly, “You believe me now, do you not? This level of mental regulation causes me no harm at all.” Winslow thought for a moment and decided to seize the opportunity to request an extension. “Two hours is like a drop in the bucket for me. I need more mental regulation time.”
Chris, who had just breathed a sigh of relief at the results, felt his heart tighten again at the request. He said without thinking, “No.”
Winslow had long anticipated this result. He spoke with easy confidence, “You can observe today’s mental regulation, Chris. If I show any signs of fatigue, you can call for a stop at any time. Conversely, if my mental state remains excellent, please let me continue and do not limit my regulation time anymore.”
The brow of Chris furrowed even tighter. How could he agree to such a thing? Even if Lord Winslow was not tired, it was not right. It was already a great honor for the Male to work in the military mental regulation room. How could they be so shameless as to let the Lord work overtime?
Just as Chris was about to refuse again, Samuel, who had been silently watching Winslow, suddenly spoke. “Fine. We shall do as the Lord suggests.”
Winslow had been ready to continue arguing with Chris. He knew how stubborn Chris was regarding his safety, and he understood how precious Males were in their eyes. He had been determined to fight for more time today, yet before Chris could refuse a second time, the stranger beside him spoke first.
Moreover, after this stranger spoke, Chris clearly suppressed his refusal.
Winslow was truly confused now. In this military district, the rank of Chris was clearly among the highest, yet this stranger could interrupt Chris at will, and Chris implicitly agreed.
It was an unexpected pleasant surprise.
While Samuel studied Winslow, Winslow also looked back at the stranger. It was clear that this person was also a military Zenith, wearing the same silver and gray military uniform, though it was more intricate and refined, with many more medals on the shoulders.
Winslow moved his gaze from the uniform to the face. The stranger possessed exceptionally superior features, more exquisite and handsome than anyone or any Zenith he had ever seen. His short black hair was meticulous, his eyes were a deep black and red, and he had a high bridge on his nose and a sharp brow bone. So, who was this?
Sensing the obvious confusion in the eyes of Winslow, Chris introduced him. “This is Marshal Samuel.” Simultaneously, Chris felt a bit puzzled. Could there be a Zenith who did not know Marshal Samuel?
It was no exaggeration to say that almost every Zenith recognized that face. Aside from the fact that the Marshal frequently appeared in public, his appearance was uniquely top-tier among the Zenith race. Many Males had even tried to offer themselves to him, though the Marshal had never accepted any of them.
Winslow understood. Naturally, it took a higher-ranking being to make a Colonel bow and give way. He had not expected it to be the Zenith Marshal himself.
So young, so handsome.
“I have heard much about you, Lord Winslow. Thank you for performing mental regulation for the Zeniths of the border military district,” Samuel said. A smile played at the corners of the mouth of Samuel as he extended a hand wearing a black leather glove, intending to shake hands with Winslow. However, in the depths of his eyes, there was no hint of a smile.
Winslow nodded, accepting the gratitude of Samuel, but he did not reach out to return the handshake.
The smile on the lips of Samuel faltered. Chris hurried to explain, “Lord Winslow has a germaphobia. He has never liked physical contact with others.”
Samuel retracted his hand unhurriedly, seemingly unbothered by the fact that Winslow had refused to give him face. “Of course. I understand Lord Winslow. Since Lord Winslow is going to perform mental regulation for Chris to see, may I have the honor of observing as well?”
The voice of the military Zenith before him remained polite. Winslow nodded calmly. He was not a true Male; he would not be unable to perform mental regulation just because someone was watching.
Soon, the next military Zenith was called in. He greeted the two military officers awkwardly and was then stunned by the new look of Winslow. Winslow was already accustomed to this gaze. He naturally woke the Zenith from his trance and had him sit in the chair. The mental regulation finished almost in a second, and then Winslow naturally pressed the electric shock button.
A dull-eyed, wobbling military Zenith stood up, thanked him politely, and walked out the door.
Samuel finally understood why the previous Zeniths had that particular expression. They were dazed by beauty and then jolted by electricity. The usually unflappable Marshal felt a slight urge to cover his face and sigh.
After sending one Zenith away, the next one entered immediately. Winslow treated them one after another like counting sheep. The speed was so fast that even Chris was amazed.
However, during the mental regulation, the little white snake had disappeared. Winslow thought expressionlessly that it must have wandered off somewhere to be lazy again.
The little white snake, whom Winslow assumed was being lazy, had actually taken advantage of the distraction to sneak into a corner and sleep. After waking up, it crawled slowly back toward the mental regulation room. Sensing something attracting it, the little white snake stopped crawling toward its master and turned to head in a different direction.