"Every divination points to doom?"
Does this mean his son is destined to die?!
Mr. Mega's face darkened with fury, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at Stephen.
"Stephen, how could you say something so cruel?!"
"You misunderstand me, brother," Stephen replied with a faint smirk, raising an eyebrow.
"These are the priest's words, not mine."
Stephen paused, his gaze shifting subtly toward Grandma Mega, a shadow of something unreadable flickering in his eyes.
"Grandmother has always been devout.
If you doubt it, you can always visit the temple and consult the priest yourself."
The priest was a revered monk, a figure of immense authority in E Country's Church affairs.
Stephen met people based solely on fate.
If destiny willed it, even a beggar would receive his warm welcome.
But without that connection, no amount of wealth or power could secure an audience.
Stephen, naturally, belonged to the former.
