151: Chapter 151: The Sage’s Prophecy 151: Chapter 151: The Sage’s Prophecy Sitting in the consulate’s reception room, tasting the sweet red tea, Fuer and Rotis exchanged pleasantries, casually chatting about everyday matters.
Setting his teacup on the pure white coffee table, Fuer was the first to break the peaceful, nostalgic atmosphere,
“Uncle, you didn’t co to the library specifically to see , but rather you had other business to attend to and took the opportunity to visit , right?”
After so thought, Fuer couldn’t think of any other reason why Rotis would suddenly seek him out, ultimately reaching this conclusion.
Rotis, clad in silver-white armor with his graying mid-length hair tied back at the nape, bore subtle signs of aging on his forehead.
He appeared noble and commanding, not like a Duke, but rather like a knight standing next to the Duke.
Following Fuer’s actions in setting down his teacup, Rotis gently rotated the cup so that the handle pointed towards himself, “Indeed, I am here on important business, which is why I ca to the library.”
Seeing Rotis’s serious expression, Fuer tentatively asked, “What is it?
Is it sothing you can share?”
Sitting upright in his chair, Rotis looked directly at Fuer and began slowly, “From the kingdom, they sent to deliver a ssage to the high-ranking officials of the library.”
Pausing, Rotis looked around, ensuring no one was around, before continuing cautiously,
“I must ask you to keep this matter confidential, as the aim is to prevent panic to the greatest extent possible.
If you cannot keep a secret, then I cannot tell you.”
Having known each other for many years, Rotis was confident in Fuer’s character, but he still reminded him to be cautious before disclosing the matter.
Fuer knew Rotis’s character well, and unless it was sothing very critical, his uncle wouldn’t wear such an expression.
“I swear to keep it a secret, I won’t tell anyone.”
Having received the promise, Rotis thodically revealed everything he knew, “This is concerning the Village of Heroes.
They’ve conducted the Hero’s Blood succession ritual.
To put it bluntly, a new hero has been born.”
Shocked by the news, Fuer stared at Rotis’s eyes, trying to discern if he was lying.
Struggling to compose himself, Fuer spoke calmly, “Uncle, by ‘hero,’ do you an a hero like the ones in legends?”
“Yes.
I know it’s hard to accept.
But I hope you can listen to calmly.
Before that, I would like you to swear again in the na of the goddess that you won’t speak of this matter.”
Rotis reminded Fuer once more, his eyes conveying a mix of confusion and a flicker of hope, like starlight.
Raising his hand, Fuer didn’t hesitate, “I swear in the na of the goddess.”
Taking a sip of red tea, Rotis continued in a voice only Fuer could hear, “About a year and a half ago, the Great Sage in the Village of Heroes made a shocking prophecy—’In five years, the Demon King will descend upon the world, and only the hero possesses the power to save it.’ This ans, now we have three and a half years until the Demon King’s descent.”
Hearing this, Fuer, who had just thought to drink so tea to calm his nerves, furrowed his brow; his hand trembling as he lifted the teacup, causing waves on the surface of the red tea and the reflections therein to violently shake.
If soone else had told him this, he would have dismissed it with a laugh.
However, the person who spoke these words was his uncle, and his uncle would never deceive him—moreover, his ticulously careful uncle would never joke about such a serious matter.
“The Great Sage foresaw the future descent of the Demon King, and so the Village of Heroes conducted the Hero’s Blood succession ritual to create a new hero?”
Rotis gently nodded, “This matter, the Village of Heroes kept it hidden from the kingdom; they completed the selection and succession on their own, without any outsider’s witnessing.
And this happened a year ago.”
“A year ago?”
Fuer was once again so surprised that he couldn’t close his mouth.
When Rotis ca here, he had thought it had only been a month since the new Hero had appeared, but it had almost been a whole year.
“The Kingdom, at the earliest, received the news only three months ago.
By then, the Hero had already passed the trials in the Village of Heroes and been granted the qualification to go out and train.
Because the news was rushed, His Majesty the King and the Prince and Ministers had hastily decided that Princess Eena, who had a unique mastery in Magic Potion, would beco his companion.
Others…”
Rotis slowly explained everything, and Fuer learned that his uncle had co here under the highest orders of Sethis Kingdom.
The new Hero, wishing to continuously grow stronger, would invariably need the wisdom of the Library and Rotis was here to make the necessary introductions to the library’s upper echelon in advance.
“If the Hero needs the Library’s wisdom, please do not be stingy, and make every effort to assist the Hero.
This concerns a crisis affecting the whole world; should we falter, the world might fall into the Demon King’s clutches.”
The letter from the Kingdom to the Library’s high ranks likely held similar content.
“So, the other companions for the Hero have not been decided yet.
Hence, Uncle, you plan for to beco a companion to the Hero?”
The tea, which he had ant to drink, remained untouched, and Fuer put the teacup back on the white coffee table.
Rotis’s expression did not change much.
He just slightly furrowed his brows inadvertently, “I would very much like to do that, but the number of people wanting to attach themselves to the Hero and rise in a single leap far exceeds our expectations.
We can only try.
The Hero’s visit to the All Things Library is already a foregone conclusion.
Even though the Hero’s identity is confidential for now, Princess Eena’s identity, appearance, and personality could be easily discovered with a bit of investigation.
When she arrives at the Library, anyone could recognize her at a glance, and by observing those who treat her with utmost respect, one could accurately discern the Hero’s identity.
What to do afterward, I need not say more.
I believe you, being smart, will understand better than others how to win the Hero’s favor and will definitely not miss this rare opportunity.”
Fuer remained silent.
He wanted to tell his uncle right then that he actually had no interest in the Hero his uncle spoke of—he just wanted to quietly drink tea and study in the Library, becoming a successful scholar.
But gazing at his uncle’s serious and complicated expression, Fuer ultimately couldn’t bring himself to speak those words.
After all, his uncle was there solely for his future.
Besides, these matters were quite confidential, yet his uncle had chosen to share them with him.
That alone showed how much his uncle valued him.
Now, to refuse, Fuer didn’t know what kind of expression his uncle would show.
After pondering for a while, Fuer slowly began,
“Thank you, Uncle, for coming all this way to find about this matter.
If the Hero really cos to the Library, I will try to get in touch with him.
However, my abilities are limited, and I cannot join battle; I can only offer all my sincerity in showing goodwill towards Hero and Princess Eena.
If I can gain the favor of the Hero, that would naturally be my honor.
If not, I will not force the issue.
At that ti, I would just ask for my uncle’s forgiveness for letting such a good opportunity slip away.”
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