Angor gazed at the “mouth flower king” which rubbed against his palm like all the other flowers. It was unhappy because it was jealous?
Angor believed he was right.
He was still cautious, although the happy flower made him relax a lot.
“Who are you?” Angor asked in a small voice.
The mouth flower king appeared to be more intelligent than the other ones. It actually replied.
“I, am, flower.”
An overjoyed emotion came out.
“Why did you save me?”
“Die, don’t.”
The emotion became nervous.
They saved me because they didn’t want me to die?
The mouth flower was intelligent but it was not enough to interpret Angor’s question correctly. It only gave vague answers.
Angor thought he might need to ask something more direct.
“Do you like me?” Angor felt a bit embarrassed at his question. Was he being a narcissist?
Although the mouth flower had no idea about those human emotions, it still swayed its petals quickly.
“Like.” Joyful emotion.
The surety of the answer comforted Angor further. The mouth flowers were not hostile to him after all.
“Why do you like me?” Angor asked another embarrassing question.
This time, the mouth flower stopped for quite a while.
“Smell. Majesty… the smell.”
The emotion carried some respect as well as admiration.
Majesty smell? Don’t tell me I’m actually one of those overpowered novel heroes?
Angor looked at the flower agape. Maybe he had a talent that was really strong?
However, the next answer caused Angor to doubt his ears. The mouth flower spoke without being asked this time.
“Like! Queen’s smell!”
Angor froze.
Que—queen?!
Whatever did that mean?
“Who’s the queen?” He asked.
The mouth flower swayed around, dropping saliva here and there and caused the whole place to smell sweet.
“The queen, is majesty.” Respect.
“What’s the name of the queen?” asked Angor. He really wanted to know why he smelled like a queen.
“The queen is majesty?” A questioning and puzzling emotion.
Angor asked several times without getting any clear answer. The flower felt like a child at the age of one or two, so he could not really expect much.
Angor tried one last time, “Where is the queen?”
“The place, of majesty,” Another respectful emotion.
Oh well, this is no use. Angor gave up.
He did not really have the time to stay with the mouth flower either. He did not know how long he slept. The mouth flower probably did not know the concept of time.
The most important task was to find Sunders. That was the only way for him to get back to the wizarding world.
Speaking of the wizarding world, Angor remembered one half of the Twisting Protozoa given by Sunders before they came here. This thing was a “passport” for him to escape. He quickly searched himself and found the corpse of the worm in his inner pocket.
Angor put away the worm carefully and decided to move on.