126: Chapter 118 The Prophet (1/4) 126: Chapter 118 The Prophet (1/4) “The battle is over,”
Atop Harrison Port, Ian, who had been gazing into the distance, withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself, “The teacher said that if the Inspector Knight had not discovered the clue, he wouldn’t have made a move.”
“It seems that the other side has indeed discovered the teacher’s true identity, which is what made the teacher decide.”
The young man took a deep breath; now was not the ti for regrets.
He analyzed calmly, “Now I must go ho and wait.
If there’s no signal from the teacher within five minutes, it ans the situation is critical.”
With heavy thoughts, Ian returned ho where Elan was waiting for him; the young boy’s fair face also showed so unease.
Although Ian and Hiliard hadn’t said anything, the boy was exceptionally sensitive in this regard and sensed that sothing was amiss, “Brother?”
“Don’t worry, Elan…
soon I’ll take you to Elder Prude’s place to play for a while.
Rember to be good, okay?”
“Mhm.”
Holding his obedient younger brother in his arms and sitting in a chair, Ian waited silently for the signal.
He did not receive it.
“…It’s ti to go, Elan.”
With a solemn expression, Ian didn’t do anything unnecessary.
He stood up, taking Elan’s hand, and the young boy bit his lip tightly, a premonition of unease sweeping over him, but he didn’t say much.
“Ian?”
Elder Prude was in the office at the Elder’s Hall, having just received a ssage from the Aam Knight and was preparing to set off to get the cannons ready.
He looked at the boys with so confusion, unclear about the current situation, “What’s the matter?
Why have you brought Elan to see today?”
“Elder, my Spirit Energy can see the future.”
As soon as Ian spoke, Elder Prude’s eyes widened, and he instinctively clenched his fists.
Without any doubt, knowing that there was no one eavesdropping in the office upstairs and that only he was present, Ian calmly relayed information that would make anyone gasp, “You must have felt these recent years that my ‘uncle’ has been acting strange, as if he beca a different person.”
He stated, “Indeed, he has changed.”
Elan, who was dazed, didn’t understand these words, but Elder Prude, who did understand, looked astonished.
He turned his head to look out the window towards the eastern part of the city that had been shaken by thunder, already making connections, “Wait, are you saying…”
“Elder, you don’t need to know who ‘he’ truly is, but it is indeed that knight who ca for my uncle and .”
Ian closed his eyes.
After a mont of silence, he opened them and looked at Elder Prude, who was frowning deeply, with eyes glowing with a watery light, “I need to go help my family, but I hope you can take care of Elan for .”
Then, as if he had foreseen what would happen, he added, “You don’t need to help —Elder, you’re not skilled in combat, and you would die without being of any assistance.”
“Nor should you think about moving and Elan.
It appears that the other party has a Spirit Energy that can track us, able to find my uncle and after two years, proving that hiding and fleeing are useless.”
“Yes, this is not mind reading, Elder.
I can see the trends of your future—in my eyes, all the choices you were about to make just now are certain death, which is why I can guess exactly what you are intending to do.”
With that, Ian bowed his head slightly, expressing his apology, “I’m sorry, Elder Prude, for being frank only now, but this is because it is the best outco among all the futures I can see.”
“…Is it really precognition?”
Catching Elder Prude off-guard several tis with his thoughts, the elder’s chest heaved with rapid breaths.
Staring at Ian, who appeared more mature than any other ti they’d t, the elder felt a dawning realization.
This was his true persona.
This boy, who always seed more mature than any other child, was more grown-up than they had imagined.
He hadn’t lied.
Yet even so, it was precisely for this reason that the Elder couldn’t help but slam the table and roar furiously, “Since you are so clever, you must know that all my preferential treatnt for you is because of your Spirit Energy—I believed that you could revitalize the family, that you could reclaim our glory!”
“But what about now?
You intend to risk your life in a perilous adventure, and you expect to take care of your brother?!”
Ian simply gazed at Elder Prude, serenely staring back.
In his aqua-blue eyes, the reflection of the crimson mist gradually faded, then transford into a deep azure.
“You can foresee the future…”
Under the gaze that seed to pierce through all possibilities, Elder Prude muttered to himself, stumbling backwards before collapsing into the chair.
He looked down blankly, staring at his own rough hands: “You can foresee the future…
my God, the family has actually produced a true Prophet…
a true foreteller of the future…”
“Yes, your true ability, the very essence of those unique observational powers…
indeed, they can all be explained by the foresight of the future!”
The old man raised his head, nearly pleading, “Is there really no other, better option?”
Ian simply shook his head slowly, cruelly revealing the reality.
“Please take care of Elan.”
He said in a low voice, calmly insisting, “And then wait for my return.”
Elder Prude remained silent.
He could completely disbelieve, could simply lock Ian away to protect him; what reason did he have to trust the absurd ramblings of a ten-year-old child?
What could a child understand!
If all else failed, he could swallow his pride and ask Viscount Grant for help—no matter how strong Weyges was, after such a fierce battle, it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat a viscount equipped with Aether Armant.
But…
the changes were too great.
Why would Viscount Grant intervene?
Even if Ian were a Prophet, would the other party truly offer protection?
Not to ntion, if the viscount took action, what followed would no longer just be a matter of a single knight; it would beco a political incident of frontier nobles assaulting an Imperial Capital emissary, and Ian’s secret would have no chance of staying confidential under such pressure.
And if he protected Ian, could he really protect him?
Could he, a decrepit old man, truly defeat even an injured warrior at the Second Energy Level Peak in combat?
For the first ti, Elder Prude felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness, a feeling he hadn’t experienced even decades ago when the entire family was exiled from the Imperial Capital and banished to the Southern Border.
Because facing the current issue, he simply had no clue what to do, where to begin.
“Elder.”
Just then, Ian spoke up, causing the greatly troubled Elder Prude to lift his head.
And then, he saw a ball of pale golden Origin Quality light.
Dust, rock fragnts, and glass cups were all disturbed by this Origin Substance, heavily rolling and tumbling, and the fine particles gathered in the palm.
The young boy adeptly controlled the disembodied Origin Substance, as if controlling a part of his own body.
The old man could sense that, although Ian’s Origin Substance reaction was much weaker than his own, in terms of purity, refinent, and sheer reaction to the attribute, it surpassed his own.
But the boy was only ten years old!
And this Origin Substance, this overly familiar yet long unseen Origin Substance…
“Sand Armor Apprentice…”
With eyes widened in disbelief, Elder Prude lost his composure for the first ti: “Could it be him?!”
Seeing the brightness of the Origin Substance in Ian’s hands, Elder Prude rose to his feet so abruptly the chair toppled over: “You have inherited, his mantle?!”
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