When it was first born, its self had not yet formed, and its vision and thoughts were not connected. It could only vaguely sense the weak fairies lingering around it through the noise in its ears.
Its weak legs did not even have the strength to stand on its own, and its wings were still wrapped in sticky mucus. It fell blankly on its own carcass, with no clean spot anywhere on its body.
"What a cute little man." His Royal Highness the Prince of the Forest of Autumn pushed aside the anxious crowd and arrived like a quietly falling maple leaf. The messy scene in front of him could not shake his noble behavior at all. Oberon bent down his head decorated with a noble crown and picked up the embryonic body from the rotten chrysalis.
"——Just call her Mote. This is the name of the lady beside my beloved Titania."
After receiving its name, it only raised its head and stared blankly at the Prince of Winter in front of it. Its fairy eyes penetrated the surface, and what was wrapped in those blue eyes that were more beautiful than the clear autumn sky was clearly——
The malice that makes everything die in an instant.
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Not CP-oriented, I was just tempted by this moth and wanted to write something.
Intention: irrelevant