"Why do I have to be called a Prophet?"
Eden asked.
"Tonight's… miracle, and… you are a person esteemed by the Prophet... and one esteemed by the Prophet is a Prophet himself… isn't that quite normal?"
Arsia whispered, now somewhat afraid of Eden, fearful of this man who might be a Prophet.
To what extent was she afraid? Now if Eden asked her to do anything, she would do it, regardless of the request.
A person esteemed by the Prophet…
Eden shuddered once more.
Before, he had been thrilled countless times by Veldor's words, but now, he doubted this "esteem" had ulterior motives.
"Say it again, I am not a Prophet, don't call me a Prophet anymore."
Eden spoke deliberately, word by word.
"Oh… really?"
Arsia asked.
Eden nodded.
"Then, that might not be any sort of Miracle, but just a trick prepared in advance by some people to deceive others, right, just like that.
