Chapter 212: Why are we keep doing things backward?
"Why do you have to touch everything?"
Natha looked at me with a questionable look, making me feel defensive. "I do not!" I protested with pursed lips.
"Well, you at least like to touch my--"
"Aaaahhh!" I pressed my fingers on his lips.
This demon! Watch your mouth in front of your--potentially--future child, my Lord! I glared at him and he snickered before biting my fingers playfully.
"A-anyway!" I pulled my bitten fingers off his mouth, shielding them from his further ministration. "It’s just a logical thing to do, don’t you think? I mean, we have no other information."
He smiled and rubbed my pouting lips with one hand, and with his other hand, Natha touched the tube, pouring his mana into the apparatus supporting the tube. Like a scene from a sci-fi movie--which was rather jarring in this fantasy setting--a hissing sound could be heard and the surface of the glass tube shimmered as the protective barrier was undone.
I watched in fascination as the tube slid down inside the platform supporting the whole thing, and finally...the spherical seed was in front of me, without any obstacle between us. My arms raised reflexively, but I looked at Natha first.
"Alright, go on," he said with a smile, and I shifted my gaze back to the egg.
Stepping forward, my fingers touched the textured surface. I stayed like that for a few seconds, testing the waters, and when it seemed to be safe, I touched it with both hands, palm against the surface.
It was cold, like a stone, but with something pulsing inside. Now I could see that rather than an egg, it looked more like a flower bud. There were lines overlapping with each other, stacking layers shaping a small, dark opening on top. But the surface still felt like a stone rather than something...more alive.