Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire

Chapter 191 - 191: Terrorist attacks are the best way to incite terror

My Advisers listened in agitation-charged silence.

"Yesterday, a group of ten more humans—as these giants are called, a word which you might as well use by now—entered the settlement we've been dealing with. On mounts—horses, I guess. They were armored and armed with weapons made to kill other humans—you can think of them as Warriors among humans—and acted aggressively."

This brought looks of confusion on my girls' faces.

"The new 'humans' attacked the ones we knew, Father?" Bloodhero asked in puzzlement. "Why? Are new humans a different kind from the other ones? Like wasps? Or different ants?"

Of course, the idea of in-species fighting was puzzling for bees. Fighting their own, aside from Queen-on-Queen killings, was innately alien to them. On Earth, at most bees would steal honey from other hives, but this was only done when there wasn't enough food otherwise.

"Humans are not like us, Bloodhero. They live in groups, but they procreate in pairs. They compete against each other all the time."

Bloodhero's face cleared, and she nodded in understanding. I continued.

"In simpler terms, these people came to the village and used diplomacy to conquer this place. They threatened locals with weapons, and even killed one who protested. Then they went to rest in the biggest house the locals had."

Next to me, Ambrosia inhaled sharply.

"They dared to conquer the place *we* were about to conquer…"

"What?!" Things-Things clenched her fists and pouted. "But their things were almost *ours*! And now there's *another* dead giant we can't dismantle? So many materials are left to rot…"

"You can't gather *everything* in the world, Things-Things… We must be content with what we have," Worriesgone said sagely and patted Things-Things on the shoulder.

"The materials are *really* not the main point here," I added sourly. "I'm worried about what these warriors will do next. Although the language re

I hid my face in my palms, but it just made me imagine the consequences of such a plan more vividly.

Quiet and too tiny to notice, Commando Bees will come to humans overnight. They will take their positions and strike as synchronously as they could—maybe a dragon's growl will be their signal.

Dozens of stingers will pierce dozens of eyes. Screams will fly toward the sky as people wake up in terrible pain and unable to see.

Overnight, third, half, or the entire village will become a settlement of cripples, barely able to do the simplest tasks like feeding themselves or finding water to drink. Men, women, children—who cared? Not bees.

Even if the damage from stings wasn't permanent, the devastation it will bring was just the thing I was trying to avoid.

"Necty?" Ambrosia asked, forcing me to look up at her puzzled face. "Why are you reacting like you spent too much time standing in smoke blown from the kitchens?"

I took a breath.

'Am I acting too soft again? No, no, I'm not! My actions have reasons. We are walking on a tightrope. This village doesn't exist in a vacuum, and the appearance of these bandits is the proof of it. If the villagers get too bold, they attack us. If they get too scared, they will seek help from outside no matter what it will cost them! And we don't have the power to kill everyone and leave nobody a chance to escape, even with Amby's idea.'

However, I had to admit—her plan had some merit. A lot of merit, actually—it was just a matter of approach.

"I'm fine, Amby. Your plan–we can use it. After we make some corrections. After all, these bandits are not only a potential problem for us, but for the other humans as well…"