Achondroplasia.
It wasn’t a commonly heard disease name, but it was indeed an Earth-style medical term. Moreover, the dwarf had called Seongjin, who was dressed in Delcross attire, a “person from another world.”
“…Wait, are you from Earth?”
At that, the dwarf snorted and crossed his arms.
“Can’t you tell just by looking? Now that Ionia has fallen, what other world could handle this high-dimensional over-technology besides Earth?”
Over-technology?
But the tools he was wearing looked too crude and old-fashioned for that. They seemed more suited for tinkering with windmills or steam engines.
‘At least the Earth I lived on before its destruction was a world dominated by semiconductors and software.’
As Seongjin thought this, Dexter grumbled while picking up his goggles.
“To think I’m wasting the precious time of the genius Dexter on this. If it weren’t for the Elder’s request, I’d have kicked out such an idiot right away!”
What, you little punk?
Seongjin’s brow twitched in irritation.
This guy, pushing his luck. Doesn’t he realize I’m holding back my rudeness out of respect for Father? Otherwise, I’d…
Wait a minute!
Suddenly, Seongjin blinked as a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
He had deliberately stopped his train of thought earlier to avoid accidentally revealing that he had overheard the Holy Emperor’s thoughts. But now, with a subtle surge of anger, his mind slowly began to work again.
Come to think of it, hadn’t the Holy Emperor once explained something…