"…Some beetles are tougher than they look." Robin said the words with a faint chuckle.
Then, with that same lightness, he turned toward Theo, his expression shifting into a tired but genuine smile.
"Now, be a good son and find me something decent to wear. My storage ring vanished with my old body, and frankly... I haven't felt this exposed in centuries."
He looked down at himself and sighed, not out of shame, but rather out of a curious amusement.
"Right away!" Theo's voice came sharp and quick, like a soldier snapping to attention. He didn't waste a second—his figure blinked out of existence, heading at full speed toward the Imperial Palace, where wardrobes upon wardrobes had been maintained specifically for his father.
