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"Bud."
"Yes, dear?"
"Did you just throw away my communication device?"
"It slipped from my hand," Bud answered, taking a teleportation scroll from his spatial bag and ripping it.
Glenn frowned in disbelief, still staring into the direction the glowing sphere had disappeared.
Damn. That's the arm of a swordmaster.
The thing had looked like a shooting star. Someone out there must have made a wish after seeing it.
Someone else yelled Home Run.
Glenn mourned a perfectly programmed magic device.
"You haven't told your dad." That wasn't a question.
"I think someone is calling me," Bud said, pretending to look around for the communication device he had just thrown away.
Glenn just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as they teleported towards the HQ.