Dox was still puzzling over what the silver-haired girl's parting words to Wai meant when she suddenly turned to look at him.
Dox glanced around, then pointed at his own nose, asking with the gesture: Huh? My turn?
The silver-haired girl ignored his performance and said coolly, "A hunter bent on seeking treasure—will he ultimately fall into a treasure's trap, or be cast beyond the starry fields? It might be wise to look back from time to time."
Dox no longer had any reason to doubt it. Her parting words were undoubtedly meant for him this time.
Luigi the bard had previously called Dox "the hunter seeking treasure." Now that the silver-haired girl had used the same form of address, she could only mean Dox.
Dox had heard her clearly, but the meaning was murky. She circled around the point, seemed to touch on it, then immediately pulled back. The way she spoke was cut from the same cloth as those prophecy wizards.
These so-called parting words were a prophecy, weren't they? Surely?
After all, one of the silver-haired girl's previous Time Doppelgängers had been an astrologer. That was undoubtedly connected to prophecy.
While Dox was thinking this, Angel was listening to the silver-haired girl's words too.
Angel did not know whether they were a prophecy, and he did not care even if they were. He had a "great prophet" behind him. Though that prophet had not fully come into her own, her prophetic abilities were already beginning to show their edge. With such reliable support, why should he care about anyone else's prophecies?
Besides, even Witch Maya had said prophecies were not worth taking too seriously. They showed possibilities, not certainties. It was enough to listen and leave it at that.
What interested Angel more was how the silver-haired