Color Books

On the outskirts of Palosia, the imperial Royal Capital, Royal Pamir Academy.

Seated before a Dragon Breath Wood desk, Anvis leisurely read a thick magic book in his hands. His slender fingers, clad in white gloves, occasionally turned a page, producing a faint rustling sound.

The white morning sunlight streamed through the vines outside the window, illuminating the yellowed old pages between his fingers. A dish of fragrant black tea sat on one side of the desk, with a blooming Pale Blue Rose Bud floating in the cup, looking especially delicate and dewy in the sunlight.

If one ignored the restless Dark Yellow Eye rolling about on the cover of the thick book in the youth's hands, as well as the furniture around him beginning to stir under the influence of overly oppressive mana, the scene still appeared quite peaceful.

After a while, Anvis stretched, closed the book, picked up the black tea made from freshly plucked Ancient Tree of Life leaves, and took a light sip.

With the meeting over, he had returned to the academy and resumed his "ordinary" academy life.

But ever since he had seen the direction of his future path at that previous meeting between the high-level figures of the Three Great Empires, Anvis knew that he was utterly different from before.

He finally understood why those High-rank Prophets all liked scheming behind the scenes.

It was not merely for Fate Feedback, but even more so to increase their own "synchronization" with the Web of Fate.

Many things could not be understood without trying them personally.

Just as in the past, he could only directly interfere with the main Fate Lines of others and make them shift in the direction he desired. But after that meeting, he could now specifically interfere with far more detailed