Drinking Problem

"Could you... reveal some of it?" Sophis shrugged. "I think you should tell most of the people in the City of Immortals about your prophecy. My father did the same. According to the records, if not for my father's prophecy, our ancestors would never have escaped Constantinople. Since my father's prophecy was connected to you, your prophecy should be trustworthy."

"No." Salomon shook his head, rejecting Sophia's suggestion. "We are in the midst of a war, so we must employ the Art of Deception to its fullest extent. I have to take the position of a player on the board from the perspective of the Outer Dimensions in order to secure victory in this entire war. You definitely do not understand what I mean yet, because our enemies are not in the physical universe. Strike where they are unprepared; attack where they least expect it. I cannot tell anyone about certain crucial plans, not even reveal a single word, because they are everywhere."

"Being mysterious!" Sophia rolled her eyes.

When her father had told Salomon how they had left Constantinople more than a thousand years ago, Salomon had already thought that Jacob was exceptionally skilled at persuading others through an air of mystery. Almost all of the ancestors of the people now living in Siberia had followed Jacob because of that mystery, and after receiving an education, Sophia knew it was a means of manipulating hearts and minds—she knew Salomon was no kind person. The only reason he had come to save her people was because of Jacob. Obeying the orders of the master of the City of Immortals was the only way for her and her people to survive. This had been decided a thousand years ago, and she had to obey. Shaking her red braid, she sighed and