Chapter 44: The Cryptid With the Glasses (and the Scroll of Doom)
Elyn's POV
I stared at Morthen—at his twitching antennae, at his too-serious posture, at the spectacles perched on the soft fuzz of his moth-face—and for a moment my brain simply refused to function.
Then I chuckled.
It came out awkward and high-pitched, like someone trying to pretend they were not trying to understand why an insect needed glasses to see.
"Oh," I said, waving dismissively. "Very funny. You and Rin are pulling a joke on me, right? 'Moth man can't see'? Good one."
Rin blinked at me. "What joke?"
Morthen straightened, offended in the way only someone with a moth's face and a tailored suit could manage. "My lady," he said, scandalized, "I assure you—I am not joking."
I blinked. Then blinked again.
Then frowned. "How is that even possible? You're an insect."
Morthen gasped like I had slapped him with a frying pan.
"I—am NOT an insect."
His antennae shot up in pure horror.
