Chapter 58: Dahlia (3)
‘Did I bring something?’
I tilted my head in confusion as he watched me with a grin, revealing his teeth. His long, spider-like fingers pointed at me, or more precisely, at my coat pocket.
“Take out what’s in your pocket.”
With a puzzled expression, I retrieved the withered dahlia I had brought just in case. How did he know?
Plurititas’s expression became peculiar. I heard a curious murmur, “Hoo…”
“This is something I didn’t expect.”
Then, he violently grabbed the dahlia. With a snap, the dahlia’s stem broke off. It shattered into pieces as it hit the table.
“What is this?”
“It’s just an ordinary flower now,” Plurititas replied. “But it seems someone took some drastic measures with it before. While I can’t use it, I can read its traces. Time is quite terrifying.”