"I have had indirect communication with him in the future," she continued, "And I know his development trajectory better than anyone else. Since he chose to pass on information to me, at least it means that he does not reject me."
Sicco Jett nodded weakly. "That makes sense..."
"More importantly," Francesca walked to the window, "If we can guide him correctly now, we may be able to change that dangerous future."
Loriess frowned slightly. "Are you sure you want to take this risk?"
"It's better than letting it go." Francesca turned around, "Besides, who among you here is sure that you can understand him better than his future self?"
Tissaia thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "That's it. But his progress must be reported regularly."
Peter couldn't help but interrupt, "Would you like to ask Yavi your opinion first?"
"No need." Francesca said firmly, "This matter is settled."
Yavi had no knowledge of the decisions made in the conference room. At this moment, he was sitting in Vilgefortz's room, holding a cup of steaming herbal tea.
"So you are the only demon hunter left in the Order now?" Vilgefortz said in a calm voice, tapping the edge of the teacup with his fingers.
Yavi shook his head. "There are still a few companions, but they are scattered everywhere." He hesitated, "Senior brother... why did you leave the sect back then?"
Vilgefortz cast his gaze out the window. "Power." He answered briefly, "The path of a witcher is too limited."
The two chatted for a long time, ranging from the swordsmanship of the demon hunter to the magic theory of the warlock. Yavi was surprised to find that this senior brother was not only knowledgeable, but also had unique insights into magic. He was completely unlike the paranoid careerist in the original work.
"Remember," Vilgefortz put down the tea cup, "In Aretuza, strength is everything. Without enough strength, even breathing is wrong."
Yavi couldn't help but ask, "Does Senior Brother think... that pursuing power means one must get involved in politics?"
Vilgefortz suddenly smiled, and that smile made Yavi feel a chill, "Sometimes we don't choose politics, but politics choose us." He stood up, "Okay, I've said all that needs to be said. You can go back and rest first."
When leaving, Yavi looked back at his senior brother standing by the window. Under the moonlight, that slender figure looked particularly lonely. He couldn't help but wonder: What on earth could make such a talented warlock finally turn into that unscrupulous madman?
Just as Yavi was about to return to his residence, a magic message suddenly appeared in front of him. Loriess's cold voice sounded in his mind, "Return to the conference room immediately."
Yavi's heart sank suddenly. Did anyone regret it? He turned back uneasily, and when he pushed open the heavy oak door of the conference room, the eyes of twelve high-level warlocks fell on him.
"Yavi·Morgan," Tissaia's voice was emotionless, "In view of Sicco Jett's physical condition and the busy schedules of Loriess and Peter, we have decided that Francesca will be your mentor."
Yavi subconsciously looked at Sicco Jett and Loriess, seeking hints. At this moment--
"Actually," Fringilla suddenly spoke, his voice lazily filled with charm, "You can also consider letting me teach you." She leaned forward slightly, "After all, we are all human beings, maybe my teaching method is more suitable for you."
The atmosphere in the conference room instantly solidified. Tissaia's eyes were as sharp as a knife. "Fringilla, what do you mean? Why didn't you mention it during the discussion just now?"
Fringilla adjusted her sleeves carelessly. "I just suddenly thought of letting an elf teach the best seedlings of mankind..." She paused meaningfully, "If his position tilts toward the elves in the future, it will be a huge loss for us humans."
"You!" Francesca stood up suddenly, anger igniting in his eyes, "Fringilla, don't impose your racism on others!"
Fringilla just shrugged and turned to Yavi: "The choice is in your hands. Whether to accept the teachings of the elves or the guidance of your own kind..." Her voice was soft but full of hints, "This will determine your future path."
There was silence in the conference room, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yavi. He felt his throat was dry. Behind this seemingly simple choice, there seemed to be countless power games hidden that he had not yet understood.
The air in the conference hall seemed to have solidified. Yavi's eyes wandered between Sicco Jett, Loriess and Peter, but the three of them just shook their heads silently - this decision was beyond their control.
Francesca stood upright, with firm and calm eyes; Fringilla leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with a faint smile on his lips. Yavi took a deep breath, and his voice was particularly clear in the silent hall:
"I choose Ms. Francesca."
Fringilla raised his eyebrows. "Can you tell me the reason?"
"Because she saw my future," Yavi looked directly into her eyes, "But she still supported me in joining the academy. That's enough."
Fringilla chuckled and stood up gracefully, "Wise choice." She walked towards the door, then turned back and added, "But remember, if one day you are not satisfied with her teachings... my door will always be open for you." After saying that, she opened the door and left, her high heels making a crisp sound on the marble floor.
Francesca walked up to Yavi and stretched out his hand. "See you tomorrow morning, Tidal Wing. Don't be late."
Yavi held the slightly cold hand and suddenly realized that from this moment on, his destiny would completely change.
After the meeting, the four people came to Sicco Jett's simple room. Peter sat down on the armchair and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Huh... I'm really afraid that you will be sentenced as a wild warlock today." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'm even more afraid that you, an old guy, will be impulsive and risk your life to send Yavi away."
Sicco Jett tapped the table with his skinny fingers. "If it comes to that, I will use my last strength to open the portal." He raised his head and looked at Yavi, with a firm light shining in his cloudy eyes, "I am an old bone, I don't care if I live a few more days or a few days less."
"Teacher..." Yavi looked at this once high-spirited tutor in shock.
"Ever since you were a child, I knew you were different." Sicco Jett's voice was hoarse but powerful. "I originally thought Vilgefortz was the person in the prophecy... until I watched you grow up day by day." He stood up with difficulty, "Even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, I will let you live."
Peter burst out laughing, "Come on, old man, aren't everyone happy now? Thanks to Francesca's good show."
"Okay Yavi," Sicco Jett waved his hand, "You go back and rest first. You will start studying with Francesca tomorrow, but it will be much stricter than when you followed Loriess." He rarely showed a smile, "Don't live up to our expectations."
Yavi nodded solemnly and said goodbye.