Ernheart, who had been silently staring down at his hands for a long time, finally lifted his head.
âGatros.â
âAsk, my lord.â
âWhat are your thoughts? Do you truly believe the future is predetermined?â
âYes, I do. Everything will flow as foretold. The fact that I am still alive is proof of that.â
If the sacred artifact had not been found, Gatrosâs very soul would have been obliterated by Jeromeâs magic. However, the sacred relic left behind by their nemesis, the Saintess, had saved him.
Their mission was to prepare for the kingâs advent and hasten his resurrection. Although they had faced failures, the prophecy would inevitably come to fruition. That was certain.
Still, he couldnât dismiss Ernheartâs dream as mere nonsense. Ernheart truly believed in its significance.
âEven if it was divine revelation, isnât it natural for minor variables to arise?â
Lowering his head, Gatros spoke with deference.
âThe scriptures do not detail everything. Minor variables and discrepancies are inevitable. What matters are the signs and the outcomes, are they not?â
âHmm...â
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