Professor Medea's "offhand remark" had indeed made quite an impact.
But some people still recorded that "prophecy" and studied it carefully.
Dark was one of them.
But the more he studied it, the more he realized—
Eudora's "prophecy" wasn't all that different from the alarmist predictions made by other prophets in recent years.
It was nothing more than the usual "Demon King resurrection" routine.
And Dark knew that.
If the storm stirred up by a butterfly's wings wasn't enough to overturn everything,
then the Demon King would eventually be resurrected, and the Hero would take the stage.
Just like a stage opera's script, it was a preordained performance.
But the world-shaking changes of the era meant it was destined to make no waves.
When the time came, all he had to do was pour a cup of black tea, set out a few syrup biscuits, and do his part as a "spectator." Watching from a distance would be the greatest contribution he could make to this performance.
At least, that was what he believed for now.
Astronomy class had only just begun, so naturally, it wouldn't end because of this.
After witnessing Eudora's "Divination," the students had become even more interested in the patch of Night Veil on their desks.
Professor Medea paced among them, explaining as she went.
Inwardly, she was also thinking about Eudora's "prophecy."
Taken on its own, the "prophecy" wasn't unusual.
It even bore some resemblance to the "prophecies" she wanted to verify.
But the problem was, there were too many "prophecies" like it!
Prophets always predicted peace during wartime and war during peacetime. Those were inevitable parts of history's cycles, and predictions that could never be wrong!
And with that sort of mindset, it became even easier to "see" things that fit.
"Hmm?"
Professor Medea