"Miss Aislin, it seems you've never doubted Mage Gilbert's identity!" Rosero did not choose to answer 'Aislin's question first, he was truly confused, "Do you really believe there are people in this world with such good luck?"
"Toril, have you not seen enough?" 'Aislin' retorted.
"I know what a Son of Destiny is." Rosero sneered, "Whether Toril's so-called lucky ones truly have good fates, who knows?
Being tempted by a Devil is not necessarily worse than being chosen by destiny.
But in this world, it's impossible for anyone to be favored by fate from ten thousand years ago.
Even if some residual aura remains, after the complete annihilation of the mages who mastered prophecy and souls, there's no chance of anything remaining... no one connects with the laws of fate, and that aura can only bury into the earth, strengthening the earth's repulsion to spell auras.
