Not long afterward, Yan Huan arrived at Fagina's carnival venue once again.
"Lord Yan Huan, you're finally here."
Apophis had been waiting for quite some time.
"Have you heard? Recently, Fagina's prophecy has been making huge waves. It says something like, 'The Golden Cup will eventually shatter, and no one will become champion.'"
"What kind of lousy prophecy is that?" Yan Huan hesitated. "Who said it? Tribbie?"
"No. A great many people had the same prophetic dream. It wasn't Lord Tiba's official prophecy." Apophis explained:
"We've been agonizing over this prophetic dream, wondering whether we should put the Golden Seal Cup on display."
"There are so many people around in the baths. What if something unexpected happens to it, just like in the prophecy? What would we do?"
"But quite a few citizens are also questioning why they haven't seen the grand prize yet, and whether it really has shattered..."
"Then let them question it." Yan Huan immediately offered a solution.
"You're not thinking of putting such a huge gold trophy on the table behind you, are you?"
"Yep." Apophis nodded.
"This is the most conspicuous spot. Once everyone sees the gold trophy, they won't panic over that prophetic dream anymore."
"Emmmm..." Yan Huan was somewhat curious. "So, is this prophetic dream normal?"
"How come nothing like this happened before? Could they all be extras?"
Apophis shook his head. "Hard to say."
"In Amphoreus, a place filled with Titan God miracles at every turn, prophetic dreams aren't strange."
"There's a rumor that the Chrysos Heirs who inherit divine authority often have dreams like these, and the contents of those dreams basically all come true afterward."
"Lord Yan Huan, have you never had a prophetic dream like that?"
"Not at all." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"Maybe a dream like that