Algalong pondered for a moment before finally leaving him with one sentence. "Ask Angel more. I have a feeling he may know something."
The psychic conversation temporarily ended there.
Yet Benbo's mood was like a roller coaster, filled with the delight of confirming the new trait, curiosity over its unknown effect, but even more so, bewilderment and doubt.
The process of refining the Crystal Pen had been plain for all to see, so why had the result turned out so bizarre?
Benbo looked toward Angel, who was muttering to the Crystal Pen not far away.
"Perhaps the main body is right. The variable lies with him. I should be able to get some truth from him?"
With that thought, Benbo drifted behind Angel.
Just as he was about to say something, he heard Angel seemingly questioning the Crystal Pen.
"You really don't remember Flamenco?"
Using one side of its cap as a head, the Crystal Pen blinked its tiny black-bean eyes. Its gaze was full of innocence, as though it was utterly baffled by Angel's question.
Clearly, the Crystal Pen had not understood Angel.
Benbo had not understood either, but he had caught a hint of something beneath Angel's words...
Who was Flamenco? Why did Angel think the Crystal Pen should remember Flamenco?
Angel turned around and found Benbo staring at him with an intensely meaningful look.
Clearly, Benbo must have heard his question.
However, Angel had dared to say it because he already intended to lay his cards on the table. After all, having heard Benbo's earlier description of the trait enhancement, he already knew that the finished product forged this time was somewhat beyond expectations.
Let alone Benbo—even Angel himself would surely try to uncover the truth behind it.
Thus, after considering it for a moment, Angel