The small tin can that was slid through the slot of the confessional was received with skepticism.
For one, it was not beyond his children to put in random items that were not for the faint of heart, and that included Ollie, who was known for putting in micro grenades for fun.
He frowned, lifted the lid—
*Click.*
And immediately snapped it shut right back up.
The Marquis was stunned. But more importantly, the father in him trembled ever so slightly.
He did assume a few things, like a bribe of precious gems or maybe a rare material… but no.
It was nothing like that. In fact, he wasn't even sure how to describe it.
Yet, despite not knowing exactly what it was, he could sure as hell tell what it could be classified as.
An honest-to-goodness relic.
And one that his son likely just carried the same way he delivered those auction goods to him.
"Ollie!" he boomed once again, and Ollie, by sheer conditioned reflex, responded, "Pop! I swear, I didn't steal it!"
