At dawn.

Rogers picked up the cool splash and swept it over his cheeks as he washed up for the day.

He wiped his face casually with a soft towel, put on short-sleeved shorts made of fine linen, and walked boredly to the edge of the stargazing platform, watching the morning sun slowly peek out.

In a world devoid of any electronics, Rogers, who became a prisoner of the stargazing tower, could not find any other way of life than to eat, sleep, wash, read and play chess.

The only ones who can add a little color to his boring time may be Alina, who often has a cold face, and Rufia, who cried yesterday while playing chess.

After yesterday's duel with the Knight Squire, Rogers somewhat understood the reason why Count Brad had kept him in the Tower.

With his current reputation, if he sneaks out of the Earl's Court again, I am afraid that he will soon be surrounded by a group of people and beaten to death.

However, he couldn't figure out why the Count of Breed was planning to send him to St. Herte.

If he appeared in the academy, there would definitely be a lot of people lining up to duel him.

Halfway through his thoughts, Rogers' ears twitched and he looked at the staircase.

Hans never came to him at this time, and the footsteps of those who came were heavy and did not sound like Elena.

After a while, a strong man with stray blond hair came out of the staircase, wearing a coarse cloth vest and trousers, his figure was unusually large, and his muscles looked extremely powerful in the morning glow.

Among the current Brad's territory, the only person with blond hair and free access to the stargazing tower is Prince Rheed.

Rogers understood why Rufia was not comfortable wearing a dress, and it would be normal if there was such a father who didn't care about decency.

"Hahahaha, look who I met? Isn't this the famous Lord Rogers Breed? Rheoyd strode over with a hearty smile.

"Your Royal Highness, I'm just a child." Rogers couldn't help but take a step back as he looked at the rapidly approaching Rain, and the word "child" was also bitten very hard in his words.

He was afraid that the prince, who had come up with a peer-to-peer tone, would beat him up for the sake of Rufia without regard for decency.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to play chess with you, too." Contrary to that kind face, Reed slammed Rogeth on the shoulder, and without saying a word, he pressed him to the chair.

Rogers felt the soreness and pain in his shoulder, and the bean-sized tears instantly squeezed out of his eyes, and he shouted directly in a heart-rending voice: "The prince hits ......"

"Wait! I've found you a magic item for Rufia that you can relive your memories of! Seeing this, Ryan quickly let go, thinking to himself that he didn't use much force, why did it hurt like this.

Rogers sniffled, reached out and took the boxy box from Reyeuid, and when he opened it, a monocle with a chain came into view.

"It requires you to be promoted to Bronze, powered by magic, and has the magical ability to take into account reality while reminiscing about the past."

Rayed earnestly explained the props, and then he saw Rogers casually wipe away the tears and sincerely thank him.

With such exquisite face-changing skills, he couldn't help but feel that the notoriety that was prevalent in the outside world might not be all slander.

"Alice is a saint, and you are only the son of an earl, you are impossible." Reed sat down in a chair that was slightly narrower than his size, and said abruptly to Rogers, who was placing the chess pieces.

"So, was His Royal Highness the Prince present at the time of the Scarlo Market incident?" Rogers set up the chess position and pushed the mid-pawn forward without hesitation, his eyes half-closed to watch the opponent's reaction.

Rheed's expression was slightly stunned, his two thick eyebrows furrowed together, and he looked at the young man opposite.

The young man's eyes were filled with thoughts that should never exist at such an age, and Rayd had seen all sorts of astonishingly brilliant precocious men, whose eyes were either rebellious, resolute, or full of fighting spirit......

But there has never been a resemblance to Rutgers.

What kind of experience can make a thirteen-year-old boy develop such a pair of eyes?

"Although saints are a gift from the world, they can also cause unstoppable calamities, so they must be born with a lock.

"It wasn't until a great calamity was about to come that the key came into being to help the savior unlock the lock that sealed her.

"The blood relatives of the Holy Maiden are the locks, and when you inherit the love of the Holy Maiden, you assume the duties of the key.

"All this is a choice of fate, even if the prince becomes the key, the royal family will not hesitate to let him choose to sacrifice." Ryörred whispered that he had truly regarded Rogers as a peer.

"Is it really a choice of fate? Beings like you would believe such words? Rogers scoffed, resting his wrist on the edge of the table, his fingertips tapping on the tabletop.

"Why do you look so clear about my temperament? You're in Scallow Market, and you're deliberately provoking Kevin as if you're acting......

"And the keys and locks that should have been destroyed together in fate are alive and well, and all this should not have been developed this way......"

Reyred's body leaned forward slightly, and his face changed as he pushed out the middle soldier on the chessboard, his heart began to beat at an accelerated pace, and his pupils dilated slightly.

An extremely ridiculous speculation came to him, but it seemed that this was the only answer that could explain the strange situation in front of him.

He looked at the smiling boy with a quick breath and silently spat out a word—prophet.

Although the prophet was not as favored by the world as the holy woman, he could directly rise above the veil of the world.

They communicate with the gods, they depict fate, they guide heroes, they have a vision far beyond the norm, and they control unimaginable mysteries.

But since the end of the Age of the Gods, they have not been seen again.

Rogers was noncommittal, silently advancing the game.

Reeuyde's black discs gradually dwindled, until at last only the lone king remained.

"Can you tell me? What will happen to me in the future? Raeed clutched the piece representing the king tightly and asked in a deep voice.

"What can the emperor who vainly tries to completely regain power, break the situation of vassal autonomy, and lead to absolute monarchy?" Rogers folded his hands, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was still a vague smile on his somewhat immature face.

"It's unbelievable, how many eras have passed, and no one will believe that an existence like you will still appear on this continent." Rayed slowly stood up, looked up at the sky with a solemn face, and whispered in his mouth.

Then he looked down at Rogers and said solemnly:

"In the name of Ray Augrides, I swear to the original Emperor that I will never reveal any secrets about Rogus Breed to anyone.

"I just want you to protect Rufia on my behalf."

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