Voice of the Kings

Ron lowered his head and looked at the moth on the back of his hand, its wings fluttering faintly. For a moment, he had no idea how to react.

From an academic perspective, this proved his theory exactly—Nari's emotional imprint on him had indeed sunk deep into the bone.

That almost obsessive love had already become a kind of "default background noise."

So the first frequency the moth picked up was Nari's.

But on a personal level... being fussed over by a palm-sized moth was bizarre no matter how he looked at it.

"Pfft!"

A laugh Aselia failed to fully hold back slipped from her mouth.

Dragon Soul was curling herself into a ball, trying to suppress the laughter surging up inside her, but the results were less than ideal.

The moth was completely unaware, still immersed in Nari's channel.

It even began to "inspect" Ron's fingers.

Two antennae extended from the moth's head and gently rubbed against his fingertips.

The sensation was ticklish, carrying a strange warmth.

This action... he knew it far too well.

It was clearly the standard procedure Nari used every time they met, using her tentacles to "inspect" his physical condition.

Even the unnecessary final "tap" at the base of his finger—the one Nari called "stamping confirmation that my darling isn't sick"—had been copied perfectly.

"Mm, pulse normal, body temperature normal, mana circulation normal too..."

As the moth "inspected" him, it muttered to itself with some pickiness:

"Not bad. At least you haven't worked yourself into a state that needs emergency treatment."

"Why are your fingers so cold? Did you forget to heat the laboratory again? What if you catch a cold? Though an Archwizard wouldn't catch a cold anyway..."

"Enough."

Ron finally could not help interrupting.

If he let this moth continue, he worried