"Lady Aislin, you never seemed to doubt Mage Gilbert's identity!" Rosero did not choose to answer Aislin's question first. He was genuinely puzzled. "Do you really believe there are people with such absurdly good luck in this world?"
"Toril, have you seen too little?" Aislin asked in return.
"I know what a Child of Destiny is." Rosero sneered. "Whether those supposedly fortunate people in Toril truly had good fates or not, only heaven knew.
Being tempted by Devils was not necessarily worse than being chosen by fate.
But in this world, there could not have been anyone favored by fate for ten thousand years.
Even if some lingering traces remained, after the complete annihilation of the Mages who wielded Divination and souls, there was no way for anything to be left behind... With no one connecting to the laws of fate, those traces could only sink into the earth, strengthening its rejection of magical auras.
By now, so-called good luck at most meant having stronger innate intuition. But... people cherished by fate, who could reach out and obtain the very best things, absolutely could not exist."
Aislin nodded. "Gilbert was the sort with stronger intuition.
And I remember that when he went to buy potions back then, he complained to Teacher Rute that the caravan had raised its prices especially high, nearly doubling them... Only two Mind Power Potions had retained their original price, though their energy reactions were strong, they were clearly defective products.
At the time, Gilbert had only recently endured his way into becoming an Official Mage through sheer perseverance. The money he had painstakingly saved was only enough for those."
Rosero froze.
Compared to Aislin's vague memories, he knew far better what had happened.
After all, he had been responsible for handling everything surrounding those potions.