The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 274: Blueprints of Trust and Caution

Mikhailis lay flat under the forest canopy, his eyes tracing the silvery veins of moonlight breaking through the dense leaves above. The earlier conversation with Rodion about curses and poisons still churned in his mind, but tonight, his thoughts took another turn.

The earth beneath him was cool, a soothing contrast to the restless energy coursing through his body. Beside him, Cerys slept soundly, her crimson hair spilling over the forest floor like embers glowing faintly in the night. He glanced at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

The momentary guilt gave way to curiosity, and his mind shifted to something he’d been mulling over for weeks. His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he murmured, "Rodion, what’s the progress on your new body?"

The familiar faint hum signaled Rodion’s presence before his voice spoke in its calm, almost clinical tone.

<The construction is approximately 91% complete. Progress remains consistent despite minor setbacks caused by material integration issues.>

A holographic display flickered to life on the lens of Mikhailis’s glasses, showcasing a rotating 3D model of the body in question.

There it is.

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His smile grew as the design unfolded before him, a blend of utility and charm that seemed to leap from his imagination. Standing tall with a rounded, pear-shaped torso, the figure’s smooth white exterior exuded a sense of warmth and approachability. Its minimalist features—two small black eyes connected by a thin line—gave it an innocent, almost endearing expression, the kind that would instinctively draw people in. But this wasn’t just for aesthetics.

Mikhailis had designed it with more than appearances in mind. Hidden beneath the soft, pillowy exterior were layers of reinforced armor capable of absorbing impacts that would crush steel. The arms, rounded and seemingly non-threatening, were crafted for exceptional flexibility and strength—perfect for shielding allies or dispatching threats with precision. Each joint and curve was meticulously calculated to balance function and allure, ensuring that the figure could evoke trust while remaining a formidable protector.

He grinned as he recalled sketching out the initial design.

The girls will love this, he mused, picturing Lira’s elegant approval, Serelith’s playful fascination, and even Elowen’s reluctant admiration. The soft aesthetics would appeal to their sensibilities, but he’d ensured it wasn’t all fluff. Beneath the facade lay a system brimming with protective mechanisms that spoke to his deeper, more serious intentions.

"Looks cuddly, but we both know this thing can’t just sit around offering hugs," he quipped, his tone light but underscored with pride as he admired the juxtaposition of charm and lethality in his creation.

<Your design, as usual, balances aesthetics with function. The soft exterior belies its defensive capabilities, creating a disarming presence that invites trust while hiding its true purpose. The torso is reinforced with hidden armor layers, meticulously designed to withstand high-impact assaults such as crushing blows or piercing strikes, ensuring its resilience in combat scenarios. The limbs, though deceptively simple in appearance, integrate a dynamic alloy core wrapped in flexible, shock-absorbing material. This design not only ensures optimal maneuverability but also allows for bursts of extraordinary strength when shielding allies or neutralizing threats with precision strikes. Each joint and curvature has been optimized to maintain fluid movement, even under duress, enhancing its capability to adapt to both offensive and defensive maneuvers. Furthermore, the surface has been treated with a matte finish to minimize glare, blending practicality with the understated charm intended to evoke a sense of comfort and reliability.>

Mikhailis snorted softly.

"You mean it’s as dangerous as it is adorable?"

<An apt description. It reflects your penchant for paradoxical designs—much like your persona.>

He raised a brow at the subtle jab but didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned back, letting Rodion’s voice guide him through the finer points of the design.

<The core system houses an advanced suite of adaptive AI mechanisms designed for real-time analysis and rapid decision-making, ensuring seamless functionality even in dynamic and unpredictable situations. Within this core lies a fusion of the most innovative local materials: Ironvine Root, prized for its unparalleled flexibility and structural integrity, forms the foundational lattice, while Glowcap alloys, known for their exceptional conductivity and resistance to wear, create a network that supports the intricate electronics and energy transfer systems. The integration of these elements was a meticulous process, with each layer carefully calibrated to enhance both durability and efficiency. This synergy of materials not only surpasses original projections but also provides the core with an almost organic adaptability, allowing it to recalibrate and optimize performance in response to external stimuli or damage. The result is a system that feels as alive as it is functional, capable of operating at peak efficiency under the most demanding conditions.>

Mikhailis couldn’t help but grin.

"You sound impressed."

<I am merely acknowledging efficiency. However, your insistence on avoiding the use of advanced technology from Earth has limited certain optimizations.>

His expression darkened slightly, and he waved a hand dismissively.

"We’re not bringing modern tech here, Rodion. The last thing this world needs is kingdoms waging wars over blueprints."

Mikhailis’s eyes narrowed, the weight of past lessons settling on his shoulders.

"War… it should be avoided. If a fight’s inevitable, it’s better to eliminate specific threats quickly rather than drag everyone into full-scale destruction."

For a moment, his gaze drifted to the horizon, memories flickering in his mind.

All’s fair in war, huh? No. Not always.

He shook his head to clear the thought, turning his attention back to the projection.

"Show me the progress in real-time," he instructed.

The hologram shifted, and the view transitioned to a dimly lit underground chamber. The chimera ants were at work, their movements precise and deliberate as they crafted the body’s intricate components. Mikhailis’s lips twitched in admiration.

The workers, each no larger than a small dog, handled delicate circuits and heavy panels with equal ease. Their antennae twitched as they communicated silently, their synchronized efforts resembling a well-rehearsed symphony.

"Damn," Mikhailis muttered, watching as one ant meticulously etched microscopic patterns onto a metallic plate.

"They’re like little engineers."

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Mikhailis tilted his head, curiosity sparking. "Glowcap alloys? Aren’t those the things Elowen was using for her experiments?"

<Correct. Their conductivity and durability make them ideal for intricate systems. Combined with Ironvine Root’s flexibility, the results are exceptional.>

He leaned forward, intrigued by the intricacy of their work.

"And here I thought these ants were just good for farming."

<But it couuldnt be denied that all of the progress could be made through your perfect planning, Mikhailis>

Mikhailis chuckled.

"Flattery? You must be in a good mood."

The feed zoomed in on a segment of the body’s arm, showcasing the chimera ants assembling a joint. Their tiny mandibles clicked as they positioned gears and wires with uncanny precision. One ant applied a thin layer of adhesive while another secured the connection with a swift, practiced motion.

"Every time I see them work, it blows my mind," Mikhailis admitted, his voice tinged with awe.

"Who needs a robotics team when you have these little guys?"

<Their efficiency is undeniable. However, I would caution against over-reliance. Expanding their capabilities too broadly risks exposure.>

He nodded, his expression turning serious.

"You’re right. We can’t let anyone find out about them."

The projection shifted to display the completed torso, its sleek surface glinting faintly under the chamber’s light. Mikhailis’s grin returned as he admired the work.

"That’s a beauty," he said, leaning back.

"I can’t wait to see it in action."

<Anticipation is mutual. However, the final integration phase will require your direct oversight.>

He arched a brow. "Why’s that?"

Mikhailis tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"So, it’ll be like the old days—hands-on. I’m looking forward to it."

As the feed faded, leaving only the serene forest and the soft rustle of leaves, Mikhailis let out a satisfied sigh. His mind buzzed with possibilities, each more ambitious than the last.

"Let’s finish this, Rodion," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the stars.

"The next step in our plan depends on it."

The AI’s voice, calm and unwavering, carried a rare hint of something almost like pride.

<Understood. Progress will continue uninterrupted.>

Mikhailis leaned back against the tree trunk, a smile playing on his lips. Despite the challenges ahead, the thought of seeing Rodion’s body completed filled him with a sense of anticipation and purpose. The night stretched on, the forest’s symphony a backdrop to his swirling thoughts of what was yet to come.