"Mr. Cocoon, is this where that Nomad civilization is located?"
"Yes, Grand Elder Pioneer."
Mr. Cocoon smiled as he introduced a high-ranking insectoid beside him.
The Grand Elder Pioneer, formally titled the "Evolutionary Pioneer," was one of the highest-ranking figures who held the secrets of the insectoid race's genes and stood on equal footing with him. Considering the other's status as a core insectoid, however, his position was even higher in terms of status alone.
The "Evolutionary Pioneer" slowly turned and sized him up.
When it looked at Mr. Cocoon, he felt an instinctive, genetic-level "deconstruction."
That gaze, composed of hundreds of millions of microscopic sensors, was not looking at him as an "individual" but scanning him. Everything within its field of view—his physiological structure, energy-metabolism efficiency, neural reaction speed, and even every redundancy and potential in his genetic information—was instantly broken down into cold streams of biological data.
And the main reason this individual had appeared among the "wedding procession" was to verify the insectoid queen's "true identity."
It was like how, when an ancient emperor selected a consort's placard, a senior palace maid would inspect the consort's bathing and clothing to ensure she had not been contaminated by anything filthy. This was a similar situation.
"Her Majesty likes this one very much, Your Excellency. Um, please be gentle."
Mr. Cocoon put it tactfully.
Because a certain Blade Queen recognized neither kin nor affection and cared only about evolution, her subordinates had all developed some strange personalities in their state of frenzied evolution.
For example, among the seven strongest generals under the Blade Queen, more than one was ambitious enough to plot overthrowing her.
And the Blade Queen was quite pleased with such ambition.
The "Evolutionary Pioneer" looked at him calmly without replying. Whenever it did not reply, that