If there were any gods, please don't act like this, and tell me the identity of the enemy and the contents of the future hostilities with the prophecy.
But that seems difficult.
It seems that one of the consequences of my failure to work on this matter is that it has been going on for many years.
In the endless reward of the rush, in a sense, the cover-up reached its limit. It's mutual, so I can't read it, so I can't read it.
I was afraid that the enemy would know that I was a great prophet. But if they don't have the means to probe decisively, maybe not yet.
Even if there was a little excessive behavior on the part of the transferee, it shouldn't have led to the Great Prophet.
The one with the spiritual water is a bit remarkable, but as Chiaran said, in such a chaotic crowd, unless you pay attention to me from the beginning, you can't witness it.
I wonder if I can modify the enemy's ability to search for enemies down to the same level as I can't use the prophecy.
It relieves me a little that even if we encounter each other and come into contact with each other during previous monster raids, I think it is the same that they cannot read.
In other words, the way you fight in the future will change depending on which one of your hidden opponent's most important tokens you find first.
Doing so, Ali's monster summons shakes where the powerful gather and smokes in the absence of the Great Prophet.
Maybe there was an intention to let it out.
I didn't do anything funny back then, did I?
Looking at it from the edge, it just stopped. That's what Ada said.
All the attention was held by the Tristan, and maybe it's okay!?
On the contrary, what we need to do is find the executor who is performing the magical summoning ritual. Will it be the token's finger itself? Or are you manipulating local fighters like monsters as tokens?
If we find him, will the problem be solved at once?
But this battle won't be a complete victory or defeat. That's already a big premise.
Because from the other side, it's just a defense fight. A battle to prevent something strange from appearing in our world.
That's why we can only do as much damage to our enemies as possible and extend the time until the next all-out collision. Until the opponent gives up.
According to the history books I've read, there are several regions where historical disasters and major incidents occur regularly. The same may be happening at important points around the world. And on the land, there was a great prophet like me, and I was in charge of the area.
Then, the clashes in this area, which is in a sense one of local warfare, have settled down in about a 300-year cycle.
I don't know when it was, but it made me carry a terrible fate. Shit.
My guess is mixed up a lot, but I should think that there was a harvest of just being put to sleep for days.
Yeah, but I'm angry. If you don't enjoy your life with your cheating skills, you won't be able to undo it.
Oh, you're already practicing your hobby work. All right, let's keep going. Let's start with baby clothes.
Tristan came to see me when I was running out of time in bed.
"How are you, Gladys?
"I wonder if I can handle it by tomorrow. I want to hug Lorraine and Chris quickly."
I've only been brought here four days since I was born to show my face a few times. I barely touched each other.
Looking at me, Tristan smiled funny.
Somehow, you were born too.
As sharp as ever. In a sense, yes. It's unfinished, but it's become a real prophet.
A person who has the qualities to receive some sort of 'prophecy' is called a 'prophet' in this country. Confused, but appreciated everyday "prophecy" and conjecture sharpness are just by-products. And the precision of this by-product is quite different from that of the Great Prophet.
But essentially what matters is the prophecy you need to play your part.
Receiving it, I took a step in the true way of the Prophet.
I've always thought of Tristan as an absolute prophet. I don't suppose anyone even suspected it because the magic I had was a bit different, but it would definitely apply if I had a formal inspection.
Well, I've always known this guy was out of standard. I'm not even surprised now.
Hey?
Hmm?
"In a few years, this country could be a mess."
Talk to your father or your own kind without knowing.
"That's right. But with you, it would be fun."
I assure you, I smile. Look, I'm sure. You mean it's all over in your own world?
"I hope it's funny. You're going to have a rough time, right?
"Wouldn't that be too interesting?
Yeah, that's right. This guy used to be the happier he got in trouble.
Tristan lowered her hips to the side of the bed and reached out to my cheek, which was a bit moody.
"Unusual weakness. Is it because you were born?
As usual, there is no trouble in my face, but it is unusual for me to stare straight into my eyes.
"It's best that you act like you. [M] You can always be confident and push forward to have fun without thinking about it later. I don't care about anything else. It's okay. The people around you are desperate to support you as you swing around. Sure, me too."
Unexpectedly opens his eyes to the most unexpected human advice in the world.
"Like a real dad!
He's my real father.
No, that's right. I've always been a problem child in me.
I feel the flow of time very much. Even that Tristan will grow? Impressive, even without common sense.
Move the hand that touched my cheek to my forehead and measure the heat.
"You still have a fever. I'm going now, so take a rest."
Tristan stood up and looked down at me.
"I am grateful to you. Before (...) and now (...)"
As far as I can remember, I can say I've never seen it before, it's like a father's face.
I was somehow convinced that I was born so that I could be born to this person's child.