Black Fruit Mountain.
On a flat ridge, spider silk bags spread out, Red Moonseed gently swept with membranous wings, laying out this year's harvest of bright-leafed maple to dry.
Judging by the time, in another ten days or so, the Dragon Cypress Ant King would come to purchase the harvest.
—Hmm?
Red Moonseed, busy at work, turned around and looked south in confusion.
After a moment,
the Dominating Throne, shining with blue light, sped over.
It approached, slowed down, and came to a stop.
Ink Orchid spread her wings, leaped lightly, and landed gracefully on the ground.
"Red Moonseed!"
"Mountain Lord Ink Orchid—"
"Dragon Cypress Ant King—"
Red Moonseed was full of confusion.
"Red Moonseed, look!"
Ink Orchid wiggled her antennae, raised her front foot, and carefully pointed behind her own head.
"Huh???"
Red Moonseed looked several times before seeing that a tiny little insect, only about two or three centimeters tall, was standing on Ink Orchid's head.
