Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire

Not only were the sick humans still alive, Agent Bees from the human part of the camp brought Bloodimina news about pathetic behavior from them.

It was so bad that Bloodimina went to see Chief Agent Flying-Words personally in Gresch's camp.

Flying-Words wasn't Gresch's personal Agent, at least not full time. She coordinated hundreds of Agent Bees in the human army and in Eastern Expanse Reach territories. She was a bee busy enough that even Bloodimina visited her personally instead of asking Flying-Words to come to Bloodimina's camp.

Although this was mostly because Bloodimina wanted to look at humans and what they were doing when not *dying*!

When Bloodimina reached Flying-Words, the Agent Bee was watching humans in the camp from the roof of one of their camp tents. From up here, humans looked not so gigantic and it was easy to make them out and understand what they were doing. Although, even upon seeing it, Bloodimina wasn't sure what exactly it was.

Meanwhile, a dozen of Warrior Bees with rifles were watching out for any dangerous beasts in the area, acting as Flying-Words bodyguards. Now they were joined by Bloodimina's bodyguards.

"Agent Flying-Words," Bloodimina greeted, landing near the Agent. "I got your report. Why are you here and not guiding Gresch on how to resolve this matter?"

Flying-Words scoffed.

"Because I don't need to be near him to do it. I'm monitoring reports from all my Agents right now, just like any other time. Don't worry, I can talk and think, Grand Commander."

Bloodimina frowned, but lowered her head.

"Sorry, sister. But really, why are sick humans still alive? You said that Gresch scared them all per my instructions, and they were shaking and falling over in fear!"

"Because nine out of ten humans are selfish, pathetic creatures. And the tenth is only decent because there's an Agent guiding him!" Flying-Words spat out, flailing her hands. "Trust me, Grand Commander, I'm as angry at them as you are! Imagine that—even after all this scaring General Gresch did, some humans who *know* that they are sick are hiding it!"

"What?" Bloodimina gasped, barely able to believe this terrible irresponsibility.

Bees could ignore illnesses out of ignorance, but they all knew that if they are sick, they *MUST* go to hospital to prevent spreading contagion.

Humans knew the same things, because Father had instructed them about it. Bloodimina read the "holy scriptures" he left for them—it was stated very clearly there, several times.

"So some humans directly disobey the 'holy' commands? Commands of our Father? Why, Flying-Words?"

"They just don't want to be killed."

Bloodimina could barely believe it. Her opinion about humans just fell by a lot. This was one of the worst reasons possible to hide a contagious and *deadly* illness.

"But they will die, anyway! Don't they realize it?"

"They hope they will survive somehow. Yes, yes, I know that it's very improbable, and that Gresch *told them* all that it was *impossible*. Humans can be stupider than an aphid."

Bloodimina took a few seconds to digest this information.

"And what were you doing about it so far, Flying-Words?"

"My Agents have been watching for thoughts of these idiots and telling General Gresch about them. Eventually they will sniff out them all, but it will take time to make sure that we found them all. Perhaps… A week, even. Less if you spare more manpower, Grand Commander. Any Beehounds will do, even not Agents."

"You can take them," Bloodimina agreed immediately, then paused when she heard shouts from below. "What are they doing now?"

Four humans with red hats which members of the Blood Brotherhood liked to wear to stand out were dragging a fifth human out of the tent, while a dozen others watched.

One of the Blood Brothers has pulled a bandage that was covering the fifth one's forehead, unveiling a telltale sight of an open sore where a part of a chitin plate should've been. The Blood Brother shouted something angrily, while the sick human pleaded.

The crowd erupted in jaw-clicks and shouts, at the same time moving away from the captured man as if he stank.

"They just found one of these hiding ones," Flying-Words said, watching pridefully how the Blood Brothers dragged the sick person away. People tried to stay as far away from them as possible.

"I see they at least don't protest about the executions."

"No. There were some pleas to join the Blood Brotherhood, but Gresch silenced these people first." Flying-Words grinned bloodthirstily and made a cutting gesture over her throat. "The body pile is growing, Grand Commander!"

Bloodimina nodded in satisfaction and relaxed a little. Despite the hurdles, things seemed to be doing decently well.

"Great. And how many people are found sick?"

"2394 so far," Flying-Words said. "That's around 4% from the total number."

"Humans really have a way worse immunity and hygiene than bees…"

"Maybe it's just because this is the Flaying Flu. I'm not a Physician, but it originally only spread to humans, right? Maybe this matters somehow." Flying-Words shrugged.

"I will leave Physicians worry about it. While I'm here, we should talk about other things, too. I want to know the state of the human army from you, not from Gresch. Will they be able to move out tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Flying-Words raised her eyebrows. "Are we in such a hurry? The humans' morale got a bad hit just now—another day of rest will help them a lot."

"Tomorrow," Bloodimina confirmed, but said nothing else.

Before she left to see Flying-Words, she got an important message from one of the scouts that were sent deeper into Eastern Expanse Reach.

Another ship with reinforcements had docked near the harbor. Now the Vardish people were mounting defenses, and Bloodimina knew that every time they spent preparing meant more losses during the future assault on the harbor.

"Then I will make sure the humans will be able to move out, Grand Commander," Flying-Words said. "Just give me these Beehounds, yeah?"