"Why would I take the medicine Father left behind?" Dorothea looked utterly puzzled. "Wasn't that meant for Elsa? And how do you know about it?"
Phoenix was visibly at a loss for words.
"Well... I learned about it from history. I can't tell you the details. Saying them would change history."
That Hollow Cathedral routine again! Dorothea had already seen it from Lillian.
She curled her lip.
"But you've already said it."
Phoenix immediately fell silent.
He really had been so shocked this time that it had slipped out.
Yet he could hardly explain further. The more he said, the more he would change history, and the trouble would never end.
Dorothea stared at him for a while, then gently shook her head.
"You people from the Hollow Cathedral, whether it's you or Lillian, are all the same. You seem to know so much and possess such great power, yet you keep it carefully under wraps and never use it."
"If you do nothing to avoid changing history, what's the point of knowing history at all?"
Phoenix felt his throat tighten. He coughed lightly and said stiffly,
"Once we say it, those advantages are gone. Besides, it would seriously disrupt the course of history and make everything uncontrollable."
"So you want history to be exactly the same as before?"
Dorothea looked at him with amusement.
"I remember you wanted to save the Hollow Cathedral, to save your fallen Great Being, didn't you?"
"But if you keep following exactly the same history, never daring to step outside it, how could you possibly save everything that's destined to be destroyed?"
Phoenix's eyes flickered, and he looked away.
His clenched hands made it clear that he was far from calm.
After a brief pause, Dorothea spoke again.
"Actually, I'm a little curious. You