Iverios's Notes

"Could the so-called gift of prophecy simply be some key-like trait passed down by the Creator of the Web of Fate, granting those prophets permission to communicate with it?"

But as he spoke, Olbins suddenly realized that his tone seemed a little too intense.

"Sorry, I may have said too much. You know how I am—once I get lost in thought, my mind starts wandering in every direction."

Olbins shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, then fixed Anvis with a solemn gaze.

"Actually, I came to find you this time because of the so-called 'prophecy.'

Do you remember our conversation when we first met in the Academy trading district, just after enrolling? You once said that you approached us because the Olyvendi Family's Family Prophet had mentioned my name.

I always wondered why it was me. Perhaps I had some talent, but compared with a power like the Olyvendi Family, it should have been nothing remarkable.

But now, I finally understand a little."

As he spoke, Olbins took a book with a silver-white cover and pale silver pages from his ring, casually tossing it toward Anvis.

"Anvis, I think your family's prophet foresaw me because of this, didn't they?"

Watching Olbins's movement, Anvis stirred his thoughts slightly. The book's descent gradually slowed until it finally floated before him.

Upon closer inspection, Anvis noticed that the book's cover was not actually made of paper, but of specially softened Mithril, decorated with simple, flowing Vine Patterns and Permanent Magic Patterns—a classic High Elf style.

There was no title on the cover. Only a handwritten High Elf signature in bright silver sat in the lower right corner: Iverios Silver Moon's Ode.

Rather than a book, it was more like the personal notes of some High Elf mage.

However, the edges of its