Chapter 409: Western Regions (1)
I walked over to where Changcheon had dropped the needle and picked it up, laying it on my palm as I asked:
"Where did this come from?"
It felt familiar, but I wanted to confirm the origin first.
—Shrrrk. Shrrrrk.
‘—Tssrik. 『Ah, that—I just picked it up off the ground a while ago. Do you know what it is? I don’t know what it’s used for, but it looks like something made by humans...』’
At those words, I suddenly remembered the moment earlier when he had dug into the ground, rummaging through the swarm of locusts, and grabbed something in his mouth.
Back then, I’d just thought, what’s he chewing on?—but then he came flying at us and I forgot all about it.
Now that I was really looking at it, I realized that must’ve been when he picked this up and carried it.
‘Ah! So that shiny thing Changcheon picked up earlier—that was this silver needle!’
Which meant that the one who carried it... was one of the locusts.
The needle, which already felt familiar, now came with solid circumstantial evidence.
A familiar needle lodged in a locust? That made it... what, 99 percent certain?