Sage Miletus realized that his way of thinking was not on the sa wavelength as the elf’s—or rather, he couldn’t keep up with Illiya’s thoughts. He didn’t understand what necessary connection there was between these things. To them, invading soone else’s ntal sea was a highly despised act—one could even say it was a provocation.
So why wasn’t this elf angry?
Of course, Illiya wasn’t angry.
Being knocked unconscious, he could understand. Having his ntal sea invaded, he could barely accept. It wasn’t because he was so saint who could forgive everything, but simply because this wasn’t truly his ntal sea. If this wasn’t his ntal sea, then why should he be angry?
"This isn’t my ntal realm at all," Illiya honestly stated the truth. "I guess this is a mirror world you created, a simulation of my ntal realm."
Sage Miletus was genuinely surprised this ti. This elf was truly clever. Just like those ’old fellows’ of the elven tribe had said, they hadn’t been boasting. He even half-considered recruiting him. But then, thinking of the combat power of those two elves, he shuddered and abandoned that frightening idea.
"How did you figure it out?" Sage Miletus was very curious. At his level, the scene he created should be almost impossible to detect as fake, but today there was an exception.
Illiya smiled mysteriously but did not answer the question.
He wasn’t going to reveal the truth. Even if he did, no one would believe him. His ntal realm was different from others’; inside it was stored the Book of Elves. This book made his ntal realm extrely sturdy, so under normal circumstances, it couldn’t be altered.
Sage Miletus’s mirror was indeed powerful. If his target today had been an ordinary person, the outco would have been different. He himself had almost failed to tell the difference.
But he would never say that aloud.
In any case, smiling now was the best option.
Sage Miletus saw Illiya’s smile and couldn’t help but feel a toothache. That smile formula was way too familiar — so familiar it made him grit his teeth.
Wasn’t that smile exactly that bastard Aelric’s signature smile?
This elf really was Aelric’s student, he just as slick as him.
Sage Miletus realized he wouldn’t get any answers today, so he quickly gave up. Not everything needed to be completely clear, or else he would go crazy.
With a great attitude, he consciously changed the topic and finally got to the point. "Let’s not talk about extras. I did co here for sothing today."
Illiya’s heart tightened, his right eyelid twitching uncontrollably.
Oh no, could this be a reckoning for the past?
"Surely you’re not so petty? You’re not here to argue about the relics, are you?" Illiya blurted out without thinking at all.
Sage Miletus listened in silence: "...."
Then, furious and embarrassed, Sage Miletus snapped, "Do I look like that kind of person? You guys just took a bunch of useless grass and even dismantled my house in the process. Would I really care about that?"
Illiya looked at him with utter disbelief. "Then how do you know all this so clearly?"
Sage Miletus: "....."
Nowadays, these kids are getting harder and harder to fool.
Sage Miletus didn’t want to continue debating whether sages were petty or not, so he awkwardly changed the subject again. "I ca this ti because of the ’Fallen’ that have reappeared in this world."
"This matter is actually quite widespread." At this point, Sage Miletus’s tone beca much more serious. "You must be extrely careful in the demon realm. Besides this, I’ve been asked to deliver one more ssage to you."
Illiya looked puzzled. "What is it?"
"Your teacher once entrusted to divinate your Book of Elves," Sage Miletus said solemnly.
When Illiya heard what Sage Miletus had said, he felt a wave of unexpected realization.
So, from the very beginning, his journey to the ruins and the discovery of Sage Miletus’s portrait had not been by chance.
Everything had been ticulously orchestrated behind the scenes for a long ti. Every step he had taken had already been accounted for by soone else.
However, at least, it hadn’t been done with ill intent.
Illiya now had a general idea of who might be behind all of this careful planning.
"I’m sure what I said today has already led you to suspect soone, hasn’t it?" Sage Moletus’s words weren’t posed as a question—they were a statent.
He was certain that Illiya could deduce the answer. "As for their purpose, I imagine you already have a rough idea."
"In any case, it’s not anything bad. In fact, they’re genuinely quite worried about you. And the most important thing is—can you believe it—that bastard Aelric actually ca to ask soone for help! That day is one I’ll rember forever. To show how seriously I took it, I’ve decided to mark that day as a holiday for myself." Sage Moletus’s expression grew animated, his tone excited—he looked exactly like a cat that had just stolen a fish.
After enjoying his excitent alone, the sage suddenly realized—belatedly—that sothing was off about his timing.
Standing before him was the student of the very man he had been speaking about. Which ant he had just spoken ill of the protagonist of his story in front of that person’s pupil.
Ah, this...
Social death had arrived far too swiftly for him to even register it.
Sage Miletus cleared his throat with a cough and pretended as if nothing had happened. He adopted a casual deanor and said in a calm tone, "Anyway, that’s not the main point. Hey, don’t overthink it. All you need to know is that your teachers are genuinely concerned about you."
"You’ve got two very good teachers."
Illiya continued to smile, as if he hadn’t noticed the slightly offensive remarks Sage Miletus had just made. His tone was warm and polite but not overly humble, as he replied, "Thank you for telling all this. My teachers really have treated well, and it’s true he didn’t want to see go. But you also know..."
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