"The White Dragon Mark?"
On their way out, Meloetta told Mingyou there was a mark from Reshiram on the back of his right hand. He examined it again and again, but saw nothing.
"Melo!"
It's really there! Right here!
Thinking he didn't believe her, Meloetta held Mingyou's hand and showed him where it was. But neither he nor Ogerpon and the others could see any trace of a mark.
"Melo..."
"Okay, okay. I never said I didn't believe you. Maybe we just can't see it."
Mingyou reassured her, then looked at his right hand again. There was definitely no visible mark. But this was the hand he had used to grab the Light Stone before flames burst from it. Perhaps something really had happened. Unfortunately, he couldn't go back to the Museum now.
He had just contacted Shali to ask about it and learned there had been a fire in the Museum's basement. Fortunately, only some Fiber-Optic Lights and Glass Display Cases used for exhibits had been damaged. The cause was still under investigation.
Nothing had been stolen, but security there would surely be tight for a while. The Light Stone might even have been moved elsewhere for safekeeping.
"Just my luck..."
Mingyou shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. If he couldn't investigate the Light Stone again, he would win the Junior Cup through sheer strength!
"Over here!"
A familiar voice suddenly called out. Mingyou followed it and saw Shali waving at him outside a cake shop. Carmine and Kieran were there too, but he didn't see anyone else.
Puzzled, he walked over. Kieran immediately came up to greet him. "It feels like I haven't seen you in ages again."
"It's only been two weeks. Where's everyone else?"
"Cynthia had something to do in Opelucid City. She won't