Although Lingchen had never joined the Tavern, he figured its members would not object to him borrowing their identity occasionally.
Floating in midair, Lingchen reached out and pinched the Herrscher of Finality's cheek. Soft. He tugged her hair. Tough. Then he took her hand in both of his, casually removed her purple glove, and examined it, recording her palm lines and fingerprints.
Lingchen was quite curious about this Herrscher of Finality, who looked almost identical to Kiana.
He had heard a claim before that the Herrscher of Finality and Kiana were like "the same person in two different worlds." If that was so, would their physical features be identical as well?
Lingchen's gaze traveled over the Herrscher of Finality before finally settling beside her little feet.
Wearing her Finality battle boots, the Herrscher of Finality exuded an indescribable majesty, but it had no effect on Lingchen. If anything, it added a certain appeal that invited careful scientific investigation.
"In this state, she probably still needs some time before she wakes up again.
"Judging by Kevin's performance back then, she should be out of commission for forty-eight hours.
"Even including Vill-V and Mei's examinations, only a little over twenty-three hours have passed. There's still quite a while left.
"I just want to record the patterns on the soles of the Herrscher of Finality's feet and compare them with Kiana's later, satisfying the curiosity of an earnest researcher like me.
"Maybe this is all Aha's influence."
Aha: ??? Aha really got no respect.
Lingchen did not give the Herrscher of Finality sufficient time to communicate, as he would have with a normal living being.
After all, the Herrscher of Finality came from the Cocoon. That stone statue was merely the ideal place for her revival. Even without it, she could have been