A lot, apparently.
And one particular human had insisted on ’monitoring’ him as the pet of some Duchy’s Lord.
Hmph! What pet?! Thought the shrunken tortoise, who was now wrapped in a suspiciously comfortable silken scarf and hand-fed fruits before being gently rocked to sleep.
The volunteer was Butler Gary, who had just learned about their Young Lord’s new pet.
And he came at the perfect time because, frankly, they weren’t sure how they’d leave the tortoise in the space with only D-29 and Sid to monitor it.
Sure, the elders would be there, but what could they really do against a guardian beast who was now capable of escaping?
Surely, they didn’t create a new monster by doing this, right?
Now, with Butler Gary, hopefully, they wouldn’t have to find out!
But even when they do, would they have time for it?
Probably not, considering the laundry list brought by the people of the Duchy.
Duke Leander came not only to see his precious boy but also to report on their current findings.
And to get a hug.
Yeah, mostly, it was to get a hug from the son that he hadn’t seen for what felt like years.
"Luca, my child!" called the Duke, who practically sniffed his son’s location.
And before anyone could react, the heir to the Duchy of Kyros was scooped up into a very undignified hug.
"Wha—Papa? You’re here? Are you not busy anymore?" Reacted Luca, who was smooshed as his father hugged him with gusto.
"Of course! I have longed to see you!" cried the Duke dramatically as he really struggled, trying not to camp out in his son’s space.
Meanwhile, the little chipmunk wriggled in his father’s hold, surprisingly not as embarrassed as Ollie thought he would be if his father did the same thing to him.
But then again, why would he be embarrassed when he had been happy to receive those little messages from his father, who always attached a red envelope of Star coins?
His father was truly the best.
But then again, what else could a little money grubber think when he had received more than what he had given when they had first seen each other, just from those little red envelopes alone?
Nothing negative, even when his father was unusually covered in what looked like dirt.
This new look was unmistakable even to the young lads, but since they all loved the concept of living, everyone just stood by, choosing to smile and look normal.
Well, until Luca decided to ask about it.
"I missed you too, Papa." which got the Duke elated, only to fall from grace the moment his son pointed out the dirt that just stuck like glue.
The Duke froze.
And Butler Gary, who figured something like this was bound to happen, appeared behind him, and helpfully cleared his throat.
"Apologies, Young Lord. His Grace was personally involved in the experiments. Quite... extensively."
The Duke’s expression darkened as he didn’t really want to be reminded of his recent failures as both a father and gardener.
They actually built facilities to experiment based on Jax’s attempts at bringing a potted plant out.
And once construction had been expedited, the Duke nearly mobilized everyone he could trust to conduct experiments. But even then he could only make them do the most basic of things.
It didn’t raise much suspicion because the Duke announced that they would be trying their hand at growing plants and crops from the fruits and vegetables they’d received in the Duchy.
Logical.
As for the experiments on the potted spiritual plants? Those were personally handled by the Duke, the Butler, and the Steward.
But even with a star-studded team, they couldn’t escape the tragedy.
And this time, it was Steward Han who had to report about it.
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