The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Chapter 180 Daily Life After Goblin Case (1)

Mikhailis lounged back against the garden chair, the morning sun warm on his face. His eyes were half-closed, soaking in the sunlight as he stretched his legs lazily, the thick scent of roses and fresh herbs wafting on the gentle breeze. This part of the royal chambers was his sanctuary—a place where no one bothered him, and he could indulge in his simple pleasures. He had a sketchbook resting on his lap, its pages already filled with sketches of various insects and plants, and he smiled as he sketched the next subject brought to him by his ever-diligent chimera ant workers.

These guys are so dedicated. Imagine having your own miniature botanists who don't even complain.

Mikhailis chuckled to himself as one of the chimera ant workers approached, carrying a tiny flower with iridescent blue petals. He took the flower gently from the chimera ant's claws, marveling at the vivid color.

"Alright, little buddy, let's see what you've got here," he said softly, pulling out his pencil and beginning to sketch.

Rodion's voice crackled through his glasses, the ever-familiar sarcasm evident.

"Oh, you bet," Mikhailis replied, not looking up from his sketch.

"This one is really rare. Probably the only one of its kind in the whole kingdom. Gotta document it before anyone else discovers my secret treasure."

Mikhailis grinned, shaking his head.

"You just don't get it, Rodion. Not everything has to be about war or power. Sometimes, it's the small things that matter—the little joys that make life worth living." He finished his sketch, labeling the flower as "Blue Veil Bloom," and began noting its unique characteristics. He turned the flower around in his fingers, admiring the way the sunlight filtered through the petals. The chimera ant worker stood by, its antennae twitching as if waiting for his next command.

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Rodion," Mikhailis retorted, flicking through his sketchbook.

He had several pages filled with intricate drawings of insects, flowers, and even some small creatures he'd found while exploring. Each drawing was accompanied by notes—descriptions of the habitat, the characteristics, and sometimes even a personal anecdote. It was his way of documenting this world, of cataloging its beauty.

One of the chimera ants approached with a small, red beetle, its shell glistening like a polished gemstone. Mikhailis raised an eyebrow, impressed by its vibrant color.

"Look at you, little guy," he murmured, taking the beetle delicately and placing it on a blank page.

He began sketching quickly, his pencil moving with practiced ease.

Mikhailis chuckled.

"Don't tempt me. I might just make that happen," he replied, adding the final touches to his sketch. He looked at the beetle for a moment longer before carefully setting it back down, watching as the chimera ant worker took it back into the garden.

"Sounds like a full schedule. Let's get started, then." He began writing on the board as Rodion spoke, jotting down notes, making sketches, and occasionally pausing to add his own thoughts or questions.

Rodion's voice filled the room, calm and steady, guiding Mikhailis through each topic in meticulous detail. They covered the anatomy of various creatures, discussing their strengths and weaknesses, the way they moved, the way they hunted. Mikhailis scribbled notes, his mind racing as he tried to keep up. He sketched the different types of ants, noting their unique traits—the workers, the soldiers, the variants. He drew diagrams of monsters he'd encountered, labeling their vulnerable spots, their weaknesses.

Mikhailis nodded, jotting down Rodion's words. He was fascinated by the intricacies of this world—the way everything was connected, the delicate balance between life and magic. He moved on to the next topic, his marker flying across the board as he scribbled notes on magical theory. Rodion explained the basics of mana, the different types of magic, and the ways in which they could be harnessed.

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Mikhailis paused, tapping the marker against his chin as he considered Rodion's words.

Magic is about intuition... maybe that's why I struggle with it. He wrote down a note, underlining it twice.

"Alright, got it. Let's move on to strategic warfare."

Rodion shifted gears, diving into the fundamentals of warfare—tactics, formations, the importance of understanding your enemy. Mikhailis drew diagrams of battlefields, noting the different strategies that could be employed based on terrain, resources, and manpower. He was engrossed in the lesson, his mind working at full speed as he absorbed the information.

After wrapping up the study session, Mikhailis moved to the underground lab. The chimera ant workers were already there, waiting for his instructions. He smiled as he approached the lab bench, his hands rubbing together in anticipation.

"Alright, everyone. Let's get started. We've got a lot to do today."

The chimera ant workers moved into action, gathering supplies and setting up the equipment. Mikhailis watched them for a moment, marveling at their efficiency. They were like tiny, tireless assistants—always ready, always prepared. He turned his attention to the various projects they had underway, starting with Rodion's physical body.

He examined the blueprints spread out on the table—detailed diagrams of the body he was designing for Rodion. It was going to be complex, requiring materials that were still being gathered. He had sent the chimera ants to search for iron deposits, and he hoped they would find something soon.

"Alright, let's see how we're doing with the materials," he muttered, making a note to check on the scouts later.

Next, he moved on to the chimera ant genetic evolution project. He was working on developing a formula to understand how the queen absorbed new genetic traits and manifested them in her offspring. He had pages of notes, filled with calculations, observations, and hypotheses. He spread them out across the table, his eyes scanning over the data.

"Yeah, I figured as much," Mikhailis said, scratching his head as he looked at the data. "Still, we're getting closer. I can feel it."

He moved on to the Magic Battery Project. He had several different materials laid out on the table—crystals, herbs, even a few rare metals. He was trying to determine which of these materials had the greatest capacity for storing magical energy. He picked up a crystal, holding it up to the light.

"Let's see if you've got what it takes," he murmured, setting it in a small apparatus designed to measure its mana capacity.