Liszt would never doubt Hill's judgment when it came to plants, so he quickly drifted over to the screen to inspect it.
Yet before he could spot anything, he heard Hill let out a miserable groan. "Ah... Is that Rose's admirer?"
"Sir?" Liszt froze for a moment before suddenly realizing something. He nearly floated right up to the giant screen, pressing his face against the cactus in the lower left corner.
"Pervert... Absolutely perverted. That word really isn't—ah, it isn't just an insult."
Hill groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "The Undead's nicknames, especially the famous ones... really are based on the most fundamental parts of their humanity."
"They really are... insect eggs..." Liszt barely managed more than a breathy whisper.
After all, the main focus of the giant screen was the battle on Rainbow Bridge. The cactus was not especially clear, and only Hill's excellent eyesight had allowed him to notice something wrong.
Liszt was another matter entirely. As long as he examined it carefully, he would definitely be able to see it clearly.
For once, he seemed a little stuck... His intelligence core was probably calculating exactly how many eggs there were, but could not reach an answer right away.
That cactus tree was two stories tall, after all. While the eggs were not so tiny that they were invisible to the naked eye like Mutant Silk Spiders, they were still about the size of millet grains.
"I can't count them exactly, but there should be hundreds of thousands." Liszt spoke softly, then turned to look at Hill, who already seemed somewhat drained. "Sir, you... don't need to react like this, do you? Haven't you seen plenty of spiders, scorpions, and crawling insects?"
"Night Butterflies aren't very pretty, but... they are an exceptionally perfect example of complete