The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

The dim, flickering lights of the syndicate's underground base did little to lift the oppressive atmosphere. Kieran and Vance moved through the labyrinthine corridors, their faces carefully expressionless.

On the surface, they were just two loyal members going about their duties, but under the influence of Hypnoveil, they were something far more dangerous—a ticking time bomb planted in the syndicate's heart.

Kieran stood near one of the supply stations, looking over a list of items set to be distributed to various hideouts. His eyes flitted down the inventory before deliberately marking incorrect destinations on the manifest. He knew where this crate of magical amulets was actually going—to a dead-end storage facility in the middle of nowhere.

It wouldn't be found until long after its importance had been forgotten. Beside him, Vance did the same, relaying the wrong drop points for a shipment of enchanted weapons, carefully guiding them away from their intended locations.

The syndicate's internal logistics were falling apart, and no one even suspected them. Hypnoveil's influence had woven its way through their thoughts, making them willing agents of Mikhailis's plan. They'd leak information—carefully planned falsehoods that made it seem like a rival faction was meddling with syndicate business.

And it was working; tension was growing, whispers of an unknown group—a phantom enemy—reached even the highest levels of leadership.

Rodion's voice echoed inside Mikhailis's mind as he watched it all unfold through his glasses, the projection hovering just above the lenses.

Mikhailis smirked, tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him.

"Good. It's all about creating enough confusion to keep them chasing ghosts. The syndicate's paranoia will do the rest of the work for us."

<Indeed. However, a certain level of subtlety must be maintained. If the disruptions are too frequent, they may resort to more drastic measures, such as eliminating the suspected traitors on a whim.>

Mikhailis rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not planning on making them too suspicious just yet. We'll keep the pressure up—enough to make them sweat, but not enough to blow the lid off our little operation."

Rodion's tone seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm.

<Your nuanced approach is noted, Your Highness.>

Kieran moved on from the inventory station, slipping through the shadows of the base's lower levels. Vance, on the other hand, made his way to a room where syndicate members were gathered around a table, discussing their next moves.

His task was more delicate—planting false information that would make it seem as though one of their rival factions, a particularly vicious gang, had orchestrated recent setbacks.

The room was dim, smoke hanging thick in the air as the men argued. Vance approached, keeping his expression stern.

"Got some news," he muttered, just loud enough for them to hear. They turned toward him, eyes narrowing as he pulled up a chair.

"What is it?" one of them, a bald man with a jagged scar across his forehead, asked gruffly.

Vance leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

"One of the guys from the northern sector—he says the Serpent's Claw might be behind the missing shipments." He paused, letting the name sink in.

"Seems they're trying to make a move on us. They've been too quiet lately, you know? Makes sense if they're trying to undercut our operations."

The men around the table exchanged glances, their expressions darkening. The Serpent's Claw was a known rival, a thorn in their side that had been lying low for far too long. Suspicion and distrust began to take root, just as Mikhailis had intended.

Mikhailis observed through the holographic display, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Perfect. Let's keep them chasing shadows while we pull the strings behind the curtain.

<It appears Vance's delivery was well-received. The syndicate is beginning to prepare for an external conflict. This will provide an optimal distraction for our next move,>

Rodion noted.

Mikhailis grinned. Alright, then. Time for the big event. Let's see how they handle losing something a bit more… explosive.

___

The night was still as Mikhailis prepared to put the next phase of his plan into action. He watched the warehouse from afar, his glasses displaying multiple angles from the chimera ants positioned around the facility. This particular warehouse was an important one—housing a shipment of rare magical items and several trapped creatures that the syndicate planned to sell to their highest bidders.

Rodion's voice filled the silence, calm and collected.

<All preparations are complete. The syndicate's security detail is currently reduced due to recent diversions. The guards are lightly armed, and Hypnoveil's influence over Kieran and Vance is intact.>

Mikhailis nodded, the smirk never leaving his face.

"Perfect. Time for the fake attack. Let's make it look like those imaginary rivals really have it out for them."

He gave the signal, and the chimera ants began their advance. The soldier ants moved with eerie stealth, their bodies almost blending into the shadows as they approached the warehouse. The guards, unsuspecting, patrolled lazily, unaware of the danger creeping towards them.

The first chimera ant scaled the side of the warehouse, its legs finding easy purchase on the rough brick surface. It reached a window, its mandibles carefully prying it open before it slipped inside, followed by several more. They moved through the dark building like ghosts, their mandibles clicking softly as they dismantled security wards and magical traps one by one.

Mikhailis watched, his heart pounding with anticipation. This was it—the moment when everything came together. The guards were none the wiser, too busy keeping an eye on the perimeter to notice the ants slipping through the shadows inside.

<Security measures are neutralized. Proceeding with item retrieval,>

Rodion intoned, his voice steady.

The chimera ants moved towards the center of the warehouse, where crates of rare magical items were stored. Their mandibles sliced through the ropes binding the crates, their strong legs lifting them effortlessly.

Mikhailis's eyes gleamed as he watched the ants carry the crates out through the shadows, each one loaded with precious artifacts—enchanted weapons, potions, and even a few scrolls of unknown origin.

But the items weren't the only prize tonight. The warehouse also housed five rare monsters, kept in reinforced cages for the syndicate's buyers. Mikhailis glanced at the holographic display, his gaze focusing on the monsters.

A flaming salamander, its body glowing with an inner fire.

A stone drake, its scales tough as rock, with eyes that seemed to see through the very walls.

A storm hawk, electricity crackling across its feathers.

A shadow wraith, a creature made of darkness itself, slipping between the bars of its cage.

And finally, an ice bear, its fur shimmering like frost on a winter's morning.

Mikhailis's grin widened.

"Let's set them free, shall we? They'll make a nice addition to the colony. Let's take them over,"

The chimera ants worked swiftly, their mandibles cutting through the locks on the cages. One by one, the monsters were released, their eyes blinking in confusion as they stepped out of their confines. The storm hawk spread its wings, electricity crackling through the air as it took flight. The ice bear let out a low growl, its breath misting in the cool night air.

The stone drake moved with surprising agility for its size, while the salamander flicked its tail, flames dancing along its back.

Of course, all of them are being directed by the chimera ants, but because of the sheer number of the chimera ant soldiers, they decide to follow through quietly.

<The creatures have been released. They are following the chimera ants as directed,>

Rodion reported, his voice calm as ever.

Mikhailis watched in fascination as the creatures followed the ants out of the warehouse, slipping away into the night. The guards were completely oblivious, too busy responding to the chaos that Kieran and Vance had orchestrated inside—an "alert" about a supposed breach on the opposite side of the facility.

Everything had gone off without a hitch. The warehouse was in disarray, the magical items and monsters gone, and the guards none the wiser. Mikhailis leaned back, letting out a soft chuckle. Alright, Rodion. Let's wrap it up and get out of here. We've got what we came for.

<Understood, Your Highness. The chimera ants are en route to the rendezvous point. All assets secured.>

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Mikhailis smiled, satisfaction washing over him. The syndicate wouldn't even know what hit them—they'd think a rival gang had pulled off a daring heist, and in the meantime, he'd have the magical items and monsters safely in his grasp.

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Back at the syndicate's main hideout, the atmosphere was tense. Whispers of a traitor within their ranks had already started spreading, fueled by the recent disruptions and the apparent "rival" raid on the warehouse. Selene stood at the center of the room, her sharp eyes scanning the gathered syndicate members. Her face was stern, her mouth set in a hard line.

"Someone here is feeding our enemies information," she said, her voice carrying across the room. "Shipments have been redirected, resources have gone missing, and now our warehouse has been raided. We have a traitor among us."

The tension in the room was palpable, every member looking around, suspicion in their eyes. Selene's gaze locked on Kieran and Vance for a moment, her eyes narrowing before moving on. Mikhailis watched from afar, his glasses displaying the scene as he lounged back in his seat.

This is getting interesting. Let's see how long they can keep this up.

Selene turned to one of the higher-ranking members, a man named Tobias. He was older, with gray streaks in his hair and a deep frown etched across his face. "Tobias, you've been in charge of shipments. How is it that our enemies knew exactly where to strike?"

Tobias bristled, his face flushing with anger. "You're accusing me?" he snapped. "I've been loyal to the syndicate since before you even joined, Selene. I would never betray us."

Selene's eyes were cold as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Loyalty doesn't mean anything if you're incompetent enough to let this happen. Either you're a traitor, or you're useless. Which is it?"

Tobias clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Around them, the other members watched in silence, the tension in the room thickening with every passing second.

<The internal conflict is escalating as anticipated. Selene's aggressive approach is exacerbating tensions among the leadership,> Rodion observed.

Mikhailis nodded, a grin playing at his lips. Good. Let them tear each other apart. It'll make our job that much easier.

The argument between Selene and Tobias continued, each accusing the other of negligence, incompetence, and treachery. The other leaders began to chime in, their voices rising as accusations flew across the room. The tension was at its breaking point, the room teetering on the edge of chaos.

And that's when Mikhailis gave the signal.

The chimera ants, hidden in the shadows of the room, moved as one. They swarmed out from their hiding places, their mandibles clicking and their legs moving in perfect unison. The room erupted into chaos as the syndicate members scrambled, their shouts of surprise turning to screams as the ants overwhelmed them.

Selene turned, her eyes widening in shock as the swarm closed in. She reached for her weapon, but the ants were too fast. They surged over her, their bodies covering her entirely as she was dragged to the ground. Tobias fared no better, his attempts to fight off the ants proving futile as they enveloped him, their numbers too great.

Mikhailis watched, his eyes alight with excitement. It was a complete takeover, the syndicate's leadership falling in a matter of moments. The chimera ants moved with precision, their every movement calculated and deliberate, as if they were a single, living organism.

<The syndicate leadership has been neutralized. All key figures are incapacitated,>

Rodion reported, his voice steady.

Mikhailis nodded, his grin widening.

"Excellent."

The syndicate was his now—their leadership crushed, their operations in disarray. It was only a matter of time before he had full control over their resources, their networks, and their influence.

He leaned back, letting out a satisfied sigh. Alright, Rodion. Let's secure the base and start integrating it into our operations. We've got a lot of work to do.

<Understood, Mikhailis. Initiating integration protocols now.>

The corpses of the syndicate leaders and the other members, a total of twenty-eight, were piled up in the center of the main chamber, ready to be transported back to the nest as food for the chimera queen. The ants worked in perfect unison, beginning the process of wrapping the bodies in enchanted vines for transport.

Everything was going perfectly. It was almost too easy.

Suddenly, a blinding flash filled the room, followed by an ear-splitting explosion.

BOOM!

The force of the blast rocked the entire underground base, sending debris flying and causing the ground to tremble. Mikhailis's holographic display flickered, the images distorted by static as the ants scattered in confusion.

<Warning! Explosion detected. Unidentified individuals have breached the perimeter,>

Rodion's voice came through, his tone uncharacteristically urgent.

Mikhailis's eyes narrowed, his mind racing.

"What? Who are they?"

<Risk analysis indicates that the individuals are highly trained combatants. Estimated power level is at least [Count] rank. The group consists of multiple warriors, and one mage,> Rodion reported.

Mikhailis frowned, his heart pounding.

He hadn't expected this—not here, not now.

<It is likely that this syndicate base was merely a branch,>

Rodion continued, his tone tinged with a note of concern.

<There are no individuals of greater strength than the [Viscount] rank registered within the syndicate. This group is beyond that level.>

The holographic display flickered again, showing the intruders as they moved through the base. They were powerful, their aura unmistakable—hardened warriors, dressed like thugs, their eyes cold and calculating. The mage moved behind them, his hands glowing with arcane energy, his gaze focused and deadly.

Mikhailis's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight. This was no ordinary response team—these were professionals, and they were here for blood.

"Rodion," Mikhailis said, his voice low and controlled. "Pull everyone back. We're leaving."

<Understood, Your Highness. Initiating evacuation protocols.>

The chimera ants began to retreat, leaving the bodies behind as they scurried towards the hidden tunnels. Mikhailis watched as the intruders moved closer, their eyes scanning the base, their expressions grim.

Whoever they were, they were strong—and they weren't here to negotiate.

Mikhailis clenched his jaw, his mind racing with possibilities. The syndicate had just become a lot more complicated, and he had no intention of being caught off guard.

"Fall back, everyone," he muttered, his eyes glinting with determination. "We'll live to fight another day."Nôv(el)B\\jnn