“Is this it, perhaps? The [Milestone] made by the Oracle, the one said to reflect the Oracle’s spirit—is that what this is?”
Dexter, who had been staring at the pendant in astonishment, lifted his goggles and shouted.
“Good heavens! Take a look at this wavelength’s change right here! To think that the object I’d only ever heard about in theory actually exists in the world!”
“Huh?”
Heard in theory?
Seongjin tilted his head in confusion, and Dexter shoved the broken crimson gem right up to his face.
“Why is this coming out of your pocket? How could you possibly keep it lumped together with random junk?”
Just a moment ago, he’d been handling it with the utmost care, but now he was so worked up that he seemed ready to pounce on Seongjin and tear into him.
Thanks to that, Seongjin’s plan to intimidate and cajole him into spilling everything down to the marrow was completely derailed, leaving him blinking in flustered surprise.
“…It is the [Milestone], true enough.”
But why is it mixed up in here?
It must have gotten jumbled up because I was carrying it around with the Nebraska amulet.
“We’re not here to look at that right now, so hand it over….”
As Seongjin stretched out his hand, Dexter flinched in alarm and hurriedly hid the gem behind his back. His whole demeanor was as tense as if he’d just run into a thief trying to snatch a precious family heirloom.
“…….”
Seongjin furrowed his brows and stared at him intently.
You’d better hand it over while I’m still being nice. Not that I’ve got much room to talk, stuffing it in my pocket…