In the Cecil domain, Gawain was completely unaware of what Miss My Little Pony did after leaving. His entire focus was now on the Eternal Stone Slate—or rather, some kind of ancient information storage medium in front of him.
Amber widened her eyes curiously as she watched the metal slate in Gawain's hand, murmuring to herself, "It really looks different from the last one!"
Then she mumbled something else: "But honestly, you traded a piece of metal scrap for an Eternal Stone Slate... is that appropriate?"
"Value depends on a person's needs. For us, it's metal scrap because we have a lot of the same thing. We even have a divine sample in our hands, but to those outside of us—that's an extraordinary creation equivalent to an Eternal Stone Slate." Gawain said calmly.
Amber pouted, "Your ability to spew nonsense is even better than Pittman's."
