Illiya gave a bitter smile, his expression full of helplessness.
Sage Miletus instantly understood the aning behind the elf’s unfinished sentence. He himself had never encountered sothing this troubleso either. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone through such elaborate effort, making such a long detour.
He had first persuaded Aelric and Decem to secretly modify the teleportation circle normally used by young elves. What should have been a random teleportation array was changed to a fixed-point teleportation array. On the surface, it still appeared random, but in reality, it was predetermined. The destination? A small forest near Haneulseong City.
The reason was simple—he needed a dium. A dium that could draw the elf in. Conveniently, a ruin he had created while traveling around the world had been discovered, so he decided to place the dium there.
He wasn’t the least bit worried that the elf wouldn’t co into contact with it. Before setting all this in motion, he had gathered plenty of intel from the elf’s teachers. One could say he had thoroughly mapped out the elf’s personality.
That was how he knew: "When facing ruins, the elf would practically empty them out."
Sage Miletus: ...
Thanks, he had never felt this speechless before.
In any case, the dium had been successfully activated, and he had managed to draw the elf into his mirror world.
After jumping through so many hoops, he finally had the chance to et this elf. The things he had divined—he could now finally speak of them.
After all, he had been asked for help, after all.
Sage Miletus took a mont to organize his words before slowly beginning, "You were chosen by the Elf Mother Tree as the next High Priest. By rights, your Book of Elves should not be empty. That’s simply impossible. Even I, a human who isn’t part of the elven race, can tell that sothing is wrong."
"According to your teachers, your Book of Elves now records only what you hear and see. That ans you’ve beco its creator. Isn’t that unbelievable? The book once hailed as the Encyclopedia of the Wolrd has beco a personal record of one’s own knowledge. Truly astonishing."
Illiya didn’t argue. Everything Sage Miletus had said was true—there was nothing for him to refute. Firstly, it wouldn’t serve any purpose, and secondly, it wasn’t necessary.
Hearing this, Illiya’s expression grew even more humble. Once again, he slightly bowed to Sage Miletus and asked respectfully, "Then, does the Sage have a way to resolve the issue with my Book of Elves?"
Bathed in the reverent gaze of the elf, Sage Miletus couldn’t help but feel slightly elated.
No one had ever genuinely admired him before. People either flattered him or gave false praise. But now, soone truly admired him—and that soone was an elf, and not just any elf, but the student of that bastard Aelric.
Rounding it up, this essentially ant that Aelric held Illiya in high regard.
Sage Miletus pressed a hand to his chest, trying to calm his heart that felt like it was about to leap out of his ribcage. He forcefully suppressed the surge of pride, doing his best not to break into an overly smug grin.
With clear self-satisfaction, Sage Miletus said, "Of course I have a way. I’m the man known as the third sage. And a large reason why I’m even called a Sage is because of my abilities in divination. No one can outmatch in the art of foresight."
By the end of his sentence, Sage Miletus’s tone had beco quite firm. He truly believed in his own words. And indeed, it was justified.
Sage Miletus had every reason to be proud.
Illiya also reacted just the way Sage Miletus would have hoped from soone in his ideal scenario.
His face was filled with admiration, golden eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Have you already discovered sothing?"
Sage Miletus nodded. "Yes, I divined sothing. Your teacher, on the other hand, didn’t manage to do that."
Illiya’s mouth twitched; he could barely keep the smile on his face from collapsing.
This Sage really couldn’t go a single sentence without ntioning his teacher—and every ti, he’d make a direct comparison. It turned out the description given by his teacher wasn’t exaggerated at all. The Sages really were a bunch of overgrown children.
Still, even so, Illiya knew he had to keep smiling.
He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone from sounding too stiff. "So... what exactly did you find out?"
Sage Miletus also realized that perhaps this wasn’t the best ti to bask in his own pride. He imdiately shifted the topic back to sothing more appropriate. "Here’s the thing. Due to the special nature of the Book of Elves, I couldn’t uncover too much through divination. Even so, I managed to divine sothing about your future path."
"Your path ahead is very unclear. All I could see is that you’ll always be surrounded by a group of companions. Even if soone leaves midway, new people will quickly join your journey. Along the way, you’ll encounter many events, and your Book of Elves will grow richer as a result."
"That’s more or less the gist of it. To put it simply, you’ll gradually fill out your Book of Elves during your travels," Sage Miletus added with a touch of helplessness. "The Books of Elves held by the High Priests of past generations were automatic, but yours is manual. It really is quite peculiar."
Illiya was starting to understand the situation too, and he frowned slightly with a headache. "Yes, from the way things look now, having to do it manually is really a troubleso thing. I don’t even know how to trigger the Book of Elves, nor what conditions I need to et to activate it."
"There are so many unpredictable variables. For , everything about the future is unknown—even though, technically, the future is always unknown."
"Don’t you think so too, Sage?"
Sage Miletus hadn’t expected that kind of answer, and it genuinely caught him off guard. But he quickly shook off the surprise, his brows relaxing and a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips.
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