Elishia's hair stood up.
"That shouldn't be.."
"Discard what you know about the world, little one.. You merely know about the tip of the iceberg."
The winds fluttered the Prophet of Perfection's dark hair.
"From the looks of it, the Historian has hidden knowledge from you a lot. And I don't mean any forbidden knowledge that I've warned you about, but basic knowledge that is the bare minimum. You don't even know about the Rule of Divinity!"
Elishia's mind was clouded with doubt, however, she shook it off almost immediately.
'I can't tell if she's lying..'
"He hasn't even told you anything about his past yet, correct? I'd bet that he hasn't told you his true self.."
She laughed, finding the situation ironic.
Meanwhile, Elishia remained deep in thought.
"Everything the Historian has done was to help us! You can't paint him as some sort of evil mastermind.."
The Prophet of Perfection drew closer to Elishia, whispering:
"Oh, but I can.. Did you know..?"
"..?"
