Was Russell's so-called prophet friend some absurd bastard specifically using ambiguous phrasing to mess with both his and Russell's heads?
Only—
The girl raised her head and looked at the man.
The past had once been so terrible that it kept her awake at night. Looking back now, although there was still a faint sense of unease, it did not seem quite so terrible anymore.
"Can I borrow this?"
She took the initiative and asked Russell for permission to use a certain skill.
Yes, she should not keep running away either.
It was time to face the answer.
"Is there something you want to divine?"
"I do not mind letting you play with it."
Russell let out a burp, then pushed the fortune-stick box toward Elysia.
Elysia did not hesitate much as she shook the sticks.
Who was that child's mother?
She searched for the answer.
The bamboo tube kept shaking, producing one tiny wooden stick after another.
Under Elysia's gaze, a wooden stick flew out at just the right moment and landed in her hand.
She turned it over and saw a string of Latin letters carved onto it.
"Elysia."
A faint blush spread across her cheeks.
In this world, only two people were called Elysia.
One was herself.
The other was the "herself" of this era.
Her relationship with Russell in this era had been so brief that it could only be called a tiny interlude in her life.
Such a short time was clearly not enough to create memories powerful enough to shake that girl's heart.
So—
The answer had been revealed.
She let out a long breath.
This answer was not exactly a pleasant surprise—there was still a shadow in her heart, leaving her helpless when it came to love.
But it was absolutely not something