Brrrr…
Even as the outer gimbal spun around, the inner needle stubbornly maintained its stance, pointing directly at the prince of the imperial family, much to their embarrassment.
Sir Robert, who had been staring blankly at the needle, suddenly flinched and hurriedly stuffed the gyrocompass back into his bag.
Ahem. “Why is this…”
From the first impression, Sir Robert had seemed particularly stiff and dry. Yet, now he was visibly flustered, fumbling awkwardly.
“Uh, I apologize for showing you such a trivial item, Your Highness. It must be broken… no, contaminated. I’ve been a bit negligent with the blessings lately…”
It’s okay, Sir Robert. There’s no need to try so hard to smooth over the obvious situation.
“I will definitely lodge a complaint with the equipment department. With the long shifts, it seems their discipline has slackened…”
Don’t bother blaming an innocent department. You know, and I know, that there’s nothing wrong with that gyrocompass.
“Perhaps it’s due to the blessing from the Fire Spirit. They say it’s the ‘Trial of Misunderstanding,’ and indeed, the tests faced by the Lord’s envoy are not to be taken lightly.”
“…”
Seongjin didn’t respond, instead carefully observing Sir Robert.
Come to think of it, this fellow should be able to sense the alien energy directly from me, but is he really unaffected by it?
‘Even Francis, whose divine power isn’t particularly strong, flinches every time…