It had been inevitable ever since Roctis’ passing into eternal sleep. Though he dreaded that this day would come, if it was the will of his wielder, then he must appear. Therefore, Leviathan was summoned in the presence of the current ‘family leader’. A laughable title, as the Lord had not assigned her as such.

『 ❝ ICK. IGNES, I WON’T LIE; 』 sometimes you can be a total pyscho. I came in thinking I was going to give you a hug, but geez — go wash up. ❞

He wrinkled his nose, though he wasn’t overly bothered. Smoker, after all... though not in public, since that that was a dangerous game when they’d go finding the burn marks on his girls. But the smell was so much more concentrated here that he couldn’t help the physical reaction. How innovative though... and gruesome. Ignes was, as always, impressive. He had a basic idea of what she was saying, but damn. The effort that must have gone into that... plus, she’d probably dumbed some of it down for his understanding. He sauntered over, moving up to her to to peek over her shoulder (though he had to stand on his tiptoes, and she would be so dead if she mentioned that aloud).

He stared at them, a sense of fascination washing over him. It showed in the bright, widened eyes that scanned Ignes’ work, slowly roaming up and down the contents of the tray she held out to him. They really were perfect, like something out of an anatomy book. Granted, some were slightly misshapen or lumpier here or there, but variety was to be expected. He nodded.

❝ Neat job... I’d kill to have hands like that, girl. Might take you up on the new liver, say, forty years down the line. ❞ Though he didn’t exactly trust her cutting him open, especially under the pretense of generosity. ❝ Though I’ll probably be dead by then. You can have my body, for science of course. Anyway, I’m going to take that as a sign that studying’s going well, huh? When are you going to graduate? ❞