Revelation of Fate

Around 10 a.m., Haven, still leaking spirituality, arrived at the hospital.

After Cyril showed him that his wounds had healed perfectly without leaving a single trace, he readily agreed to Cyril's request for discharge and promised to cover for him in front of Beth.

Before noon, Cyril had returned home. The process went very smoothly, save for the hospital staff expressing concern over his condition, which Haven brushed off by claiming they were transferring to a private clinic.

The members of the Heart of Mechanics never appeared from start to finish, seemingly tacitly approving of his actions and his identity.

Back home, before he could even relax, Beth rushed over, and he was forced to lie back in bed to feign illness.

In the living room on the first floor, Beth's questioning voice could be heard by Cyril all the way in his second-floor bedroom:

"How could you bring Cyril out of the hospital? His injuries were so severe; he needs treatment right now. What if he develops complications because of the delay?"

"Is it because of the hospital fees? If Father hasn't transferred money to your bank account in time, you can come to me. Although your brother-in-law and I aren't rich, we can certainly afford this much for medical bills."

"It's one thing for Cyril to be reckless and troublesome, but why are you following his lead?"

In the room, Cyril heard the voice from downstairs: ...

My reputation for being troublesome really is deeply ingrained in everyone's minds...

He sighed softly, reached for the washed fruit on the nightstand, and took a firm bite.

Soon, the conversation downstairs ceased, and he heard the sound of footsteps thumping up the stairs.

Knock, knock.

"The door is unlocked."

Before he could even finish his sentence, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Beth's makeup was a bit rushed today; one could tell at a glance that she had left in a hurry without taking the time to groom herself properly, which was completely out of character for the image Cyril usually had of her.

After entering the room, she suppressed the worry on her face and put on a gentle smile:

"Cyril, how are you feeling today? Is there any discomfort?"

"If there is anything wrong, you must tell us. We can go back to the hospital. Although staying there is indeed unpleasant, your health is the most important thing. You cannot neglect your body for the sake of temporary comfort."

Being a patient is truly great. The last time I saw Beth this gentle was probably when Little Thomas's father first came to visit, right?

After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, Cyril came back to his senses and nodded at Beth with a faint smile:

"Don't worry, I'm really fine. You have to trust the potions of the Mother Earth church, especially since there is a truly capable Apothecary at the Harvest Cathedral."

"My injuries have stabilized, and now I just need to rest for a while."

Beth looked at him earnestly: "Are you sure there's no problem?"

Cyril met her gaze and nodded.

Beth withdrew her gaze and nodded gently: "That's good. Rest easy. When your wounds heal, we will go to the Harvest Cathedral together to thank Father Utravsky."

"You don't know how panicked I was when the doctor at the hospital said your gunshot wound on your flank would likely leave permanent complications."

"I had just told Father that I would take good care of you, and yet, not even a month later, you've suffered such a serious injury. I don't know how I would have explained it to Mother and Father when they return."

"Thankfully, you met the priest from the Harvest Cathedral and received his help."

"If you want to change your faith, I will support you too. At least they truly provide help when you are injured."

Cyril listened to Beth's rambling and gave a wry smile: "I really have no intention of changing my faith."

After all, I don't believe in anyone.

Beth nodded gently: "I understand. Faith is a serious decision."

"Alright, you get some rest. I'm going to prepare lunch for you and Haven. He looks like he hasn't slept well either."

After saying this, she turned and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Before long, his door was pushed open again. The person who entered was Haven, his expression unable to hide his excitement.

He closed the door, pulled the curtains shut, and then returned to the bedside, whispering:

"I have become a Savant. Just as Portland Mormont said before, it isn't magical; it simply granted me excellent memory, comprehension, learning ability, and manual dexterity."

"But I think it's quite good. It suits me well."

He paused for a moment and changed the subject: "I asked Portland Mormont about your situation. He said that if you don't join the Mother Earth church, you will most likely be recruited by the Heart of Mechanics squad of the God of Steam and Machinery church."

"The church's Beyonder squads are always short-handed. When they encounter suitable personnel, they generally choose to recruit them."

"Mm, I can probably guess that."

Cyril nodded slightly. He could probably guess why Haven had gone out last night but hadn't returned until this morning.

It was likely to confirm his situation through his connection with Portland Mormont.

He paused, then asked with some curiosity: "What about you? You're a Beyonder now, too."

"I am a technical specialist," Haven said, lifting his chin:

"Portland Mormont has already invited me to join the Royal Academy of Sciences of the Loen Kingdom, but I will still establish a laboratory of my own."

"At the same time, I will maintain a certain cooperative relationship with the God of Steam and Machinery church. I respect my faith very much."

...I respect it too, even though I have no faith.

In the evening, once there was no one else in the house, Cyril finally stepped out of his room and paced back and forth.

Although the treatment for feigning illness was good, it was quite uncomfortable to be stuck lying in bed for so long.

At this moment, Owen suddenly rushed in: "Cyril, I have received a revelation from fate!"

"It is a bountiful treasure, I saw it, it is real!"

Cyril handed him a glass of water: "Slow down, explain clearly."

Owen took the glass, gulped it down in one go, and then let out a long sigh:

"Whew~"

"I was just practicing divination at home for clues regarding the Clown potion. I didn't have any expectations, but at that moment, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and I saw a revelation from fate."

"It is a treasure, and it happens to contain the main ingredients for the Clown potion."

"Are you sure this is a revelation from fate?" Cyril questioned.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Owen, but rather that he didn't trust the abilities of a Seer. Even for a Beyonder of the Monster pathway, one would at least need to be a Lucky One to have such good fortune.

If a Seer could so easily divine the clues for their next sequence potion, the Secret Order wouldn't have been reduced to a secret organization with almost no presence.

Facing Cyril's questioning gaze, Owen lowered his head and confessed: "Alright, I actually used the Fate Crystal Ball."

"But the revelation I saw is real, and I performed a divination myself to confirm it."

"Although there is danger, it is not fatal. We have a chance to take it, or at least take a portion of the treasure."

Seeing Owen so insistent, Cyril asked curiously: "So, what exactly is the treasure you saw?"

Owen: "A pirate ship. It is docked near the estuary to the east of Backlund."

"You want to rob pirates?" Cyril looked at him in surprise.

Owen nodded: "I have divined it. If you go with me, the probability of success is very high."

Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly: "And what if I don't go with you?"

Owen's face fell: "Then I won't even be able to get on the ship."

Worried that Cyril would refuse, he quickly added: "That ship doesn't just have the potion ingredients for a Clown; it also has the materials needed for an Astrologer."

Cyril:...

I bet a cup of lemon tea that this is a trap intentionally set to lure me over. Even if it isn't a trap, it's a script.

After a pause, he looked at Owen and said seriously: "Divine the level of danger again."

"Uh... okay." Owen nodded and took a Citrine Pendant he had prepared in advance out of his pocket.

A few seconds later, the Citrine Pendant in Owen's hand began to swing on its own, with an irregular arc, counter-clockwise.

Owen opened his eyes, looked at the crystal pendant swinging with an unstable arc, fell silent for a moment, and performed the divination again.

A moment later, he reached out to grasp the swinging Citrine, and gave his interpretation: "There is danger, but the level of danger is uncertain."

"It should be that the target itself is very dangerous, but there are factors in the surroundings that can be utilized to effectively reduce the level of danger."