Zoisite, trying to straighten himself now, because ouch, dignity, looks at her carefully, searching for any possible hidden meaning. What was she even saying? Who was that??

"I'm afraid I'm unfamilliar with any Endymion. And so, you are mistaken. You can ask Lord Kunzite if you doubt my word on this matter."

No connection to Silver Crystal? So this really was a wild goose hunt. Zoisite glares at Neptune, as if she was to blame, then, after a few seconds, he smirks.

"Then, you're welcome to chase your inconsequential artifact. It won't help you any, Sailor Neptune."

And what was it in her hand?? A magical mirror? Hm. He'd love one, but, maybe another time.