"Johnny, should we take the next right or go straight?"
The carriage slowed slightly as Cyan's voice came from the front.
Ethan leaned forward from his seat, holding the prism in one hand.
"Let me check, Jimmy."
Leon pressed his lips together.
The prism flickered to life, projecting a faint route map in the air, just above his palm.
"…According to your map," Ethan said seriously, rotating the map with his fingers a little, "I think we should go straight."
"Straight?" Cyan frowned. "Are you sure, Johnny? That road looks suspicious."
Ethan narrowed his eyes at the projection.
"Jimmy, every road looks suspicious to you."
"That's because suspicious roads exist, and last time I trusted your sense of direction, we ended up in a swamp."
"That was one time though."
"That was two hours ago."
Leon turned his face slightly toward the window.
His shoulders trembled.
"…Pfft."
Both Ethan's and Cyan's voices stopped.
Cyan slowly turned his head back.
