"How unfortunate…"
With his legs casually crossed and cheek resting lazily against his palm, the Nature King gazed down at Atticus and Whisker with an almost bored expression.
Then his eyes paused on Whisker.
"You…" The Nature King's gaze lingered on Whisker for a moment. "You're one of mine, aren't you?"
He observed him for a moment before tilting his head.
"Hm… Interesting. I can't feel Nature's Will from you at all. So you're the defective I sensed earlier."
"Hah…" Whisker let out a dry laugh. "Of course your seed turned out defective. I have my mother to thank for that. Otherwise, something as pathetically useless as you could only produce garbage."
The Nature King blinked, visibly caught off guard.
"Oh? The defective knows me?" he muttered, sounding more curious than offended. "That's unusual. I abandon most of my seeds. How exactly do you know me?"
He waved his hand lazily. One of the hollow eyed Nature Spawn instantly appeared beside him.
"Who is he?"
