The room suddenly fell silent. From the quiet atmosphere, Emlyn realized he had probably said something wrong. He looked at the grave before him, not daring to speak or make any move.
After an unknown amount of time, the voice from within the grave finally sounded again:
"Oh?
"What potion requires River Water of the River of Fate?"
How would I know... I don't even know whether this is for making a potion.
Emlyn was extremely nervous. He began to regret not discussing this with Mr. Hanged Man before asking the question, but he had to keep up the act. Thus, Emlyn answered:
"I don't know."
Duke Olmer in the grave asked back, "You don't know?"
Emlyn grew even more nervous. He stammered for a long while without managing to say a single word, yet Duke Olmer in the grave, for some unknown reason, answered his question:
"The River of Fate symbolizes Fate. It appears as an illusory river of light, and its water... is probably part of Fate.
"I had not heard of it before, but based on that speculation, I can think of a few ways to obtain it. It is just that..."
The voice paused before adding:
"The River of Fate is not so easy to find.
"It is said to be located in the Spirit World, but it has no fixed location. Encountering the River of Fate is not difficult, but this river... according to rumors, it exists between illusion and reality."
Duke Olmer's voice stopped again. Emlyn, who had been listening intently, waited briefly. When he heard no continuation, he instinctively pressed on:
"Between illusion and reality?"
After a moment of silence, Duke Olmer continued:
"The Spirit World is difficult to speak of, but for certain Demigods with abilities related to Fate, seeing the River