Meanwhile, Faxul had been standing at the same spot in the cave for 10 minutes, trying what to do next.
Every time he thought about contacting Daneel, doubts would appear in his head, making him think more and more that that would be a bad idea.
He even felt a sense of…déjà vu. As if…he had been agonizing over this before, but had made a decision.
However, he didn't remember doing it.
Attributing it to the strange atmosphere in the place, Faxul took a deep breath and berated himself for dillydallying so much.
Yes, he could tell Daneel later after finding out more.
The moment he had this thought, the feeling that it was right appeared inside him.
Hmm? I was unsure about this, right? Then why do I feel so sure now?
Rhetorically asking himself this, he walked forward and touched the podium.
Unlike before, when he had heard the arrogant voice, all that was transmitted to him now was a technique.
At first, Faxul thought that it was a spell model, but slowly, he realized that it was so much more.
It was…an inheritance-a treasure that had been quoted often in the records in the Kingdom, but hadn't been seen for many years.
"This is your birthright, Black Raven King. It is called the 'Raven's Might'. It will allow you to harness the power of the Protector Raven, and the other Ravens in the Kingdom to push yourself forward on the Path to Power. All Ravens are magical beings which absorb Energy in their own way. This technique allows you to tap into those reserves, and although that means that the Ravens will lose a part of their power, they can simply gain it back over time. I must warn you, King. If anyone else knows about me or this technique, they will try to snatch it away. They will even quote that I only mean harm, or that this technique has some trap. Do not listen to them. If you need reasons to trust me and believe in what I'm saying, then simply ask the Protector Raven outside how it knows this place. I will not even argue my own case. For now, farewell, King. If you do believe in me, I urge you to return, as there are any more techniques that I can pass on, which will aid you in your quest to help the people of the Black Raven Kingdom."
As Faxul heard this speech which sounded inside his head with a noble tone, more and more thoughts started appearing that whatever was inside this podium could be trusted.
No. Why should it be trusted? He wasn't dumb enough to take everything he heard at face value.
But, no! All he needed to do was ask the Protector Raven outside for proof!
What if the risk was present that he could be prosecuted for possessing this treasure? After all, it wouldn't be the first time it was happening on the Continent.
In this way, each and every one of his qualms repeatedly got answered by an inner voice, which, of course, he assumed to be his own.
Finally, he decided that the best thing to do might be to put the technique aside for now until he found out from the Protector Raven just how it knew about this place.
Leaving the stone podium while in deep thought, Faxul walked towards the curtain of water and exited it, all while being stared at by a pair of rabid eyes from the inner parts of the cave.
After he passed through the waterfall, he saw that the Protector Raven was basking in the sun with its massive body, while idly munching on some animal it seemed to have picked up as a snack.
"What happened? Did you obtain it?
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