"Robert Broheim."
"Present, Professor!"
In the slightly noisy atmosphere, Robert hurriedly stood up, looking somewhat nervous.
It was like going to a shrine to draw lots; everyone knew that drawing good or bad luck depended on chance, not fate, yet many people still cared.
As more and more people drew "Good Luck," the number of those concerned grew.
Robert didn't want to receive an ominous omen either.
He kept his hands at his sides, stood straight, tensed his body, and said, "I am Robert. I like Magic Guide Chess. In the future, I want to... be a soldier?"
Professor Medea glanced at him, her tone suddenly stalling. It was a long while before she spoke.
This extremely abrupt pause caused a sudden premonition of misfortune to rise in Robert's heart.
Sure enough, Professor Medea said, "Thy fate is the fate of a chess piece; when the piece shatters, the person perishes."
Robert's legs went soft, and with a thud, he sat down.
That loud noise made the whole class look over.
Virt, who was beside him, hurriedly stood up and asked, "Professor, is this a bad omen?"
Professor Medea, however, looked calm and smiled. "Seeing the essence through the surface is the core of interpreting prophecies. In astrology, death is not merely an end but can also be a beginning. Even from the word 'death,' one can read 'life.' My words today hold no significance; there is no need to care too much."
The meaning was: I'm just speaking nonsense, don't overinterpret it.
But for the little magisters, whether the content was true or false didn't actually matter.
Drawing a "Great Misfortune" was definitely bad luck.
This was an inescapable fact.
Simply put, he was an unlucky guy!
Over there, Doron couldn't help but cast a pitying glance.
Surrounded by sympathetic gazes, Robert was still quite frightened.
...
Seeing this scene, Dark, after transcribing the "prophecy" concerning Robert, began to deliberate:
Professor Medea's prophecy seemed like a bad omen.
But life is like a chess game, and everyone is a piece in the game.
And people will eventually die.
So isn't it just "piece shatters, person perishes"?
Does this thing even count as a prophecy?
If it does, isn't everyone a prophet?
Hmm...
...
"Virt Gold!"
Before Virt could sit down, Professor Medea had already called his name directly.
Virt's whole body shook, his face subconsciously tensing up.
He thought for a moment before speaking, "Professor, I am a first-year student of Knight House. If I strictly have to say something I like, Magic Guide Chess should count as one of them. My future goal is to become a Hero, just like my father."
Professor Medea nodded. "Bright Gold is your father, correct?"
Virt: "Yes."
Medea concentrated slightly. The silver moon deep in her eyes gradually became full, and her voice became somewhat ethereal: "History is always similar; the cycle never ceases."
Virt: "What does that mean?"
Medea smiled. "Each has its own interpretation."
Virt sat down with a bewildered look.
After a while, he asked Robert, "Is she saying that I will repeat the path my father walked?"
Robert still had a mourning face. "Isn't that bad?"
Virt asked in confusion, "Why?"
Robert said casually, "Didn't your father sacrifice himself?"
Virt: "..."
...
The identity of the Hero's son was different after all.
Professor Medea's "prophecy" regarding Virt clearly caused a stir, which quietly spread through the crowd.
The eyes looking at Virt changed again.
"'History is always similar; the cycle never ceases.' Does Professor Medea mean that Virt will eventually become a Hero?" Diana was unexpectedly sharp for once, turning to whisper to Dark.
Dark smiled faintly. "Possibly."
After all, in the original work, Virt was indeed the protagonist. If the direction of fate hadn't been changed, he would definitely become a Hero.
Although Dark couldn't see it for the time being, Virt presumably possessed the unique potential of a Hero.
As for how the future path would actually unfold, no one could say for sure.
Even prophets were divided into two schools.
One school was the Single-Line Theory.
They believed the future's direction was a single line, everything was predetermined, and one could only advance slowly along the tracks of fate, unable to change it.
So-called prophets were merely observers of the tracks of fate.
The other school was the Multi-Line Theory.
They believed the future's direction was multi-lined and uncertain.
What prophets could observe was merely a fragment of one of those lines.
And from the moment that fragment was observed by them, the world line had already changed.
Therefore, this school believed that prophets were fate-changers independent of the world line, great and noble.
The former was more approachable.
The latter was more arrogant.
The former lived longer.
The latter had shorter lifespans.
That was roughly the classification.
Although Dark was not a prophet, he obviously favored the latter faction.
He also believed that ever since he "observed" the outline of a part of the future, fate had already changed.
Nothing was certain yet.
...
On the podium, Professor Medea took the children's gazes, expressions, and whispers all into her eyes.
She knew that this batch of students was a special one.
The Son of the Hero, the Son of the Valkyrie.
Continuing the bloodline of the Golden Generation, they held a massive attraction for prophets.
A large number of prophets, both genuine and fake, had made prophecies about this batch of students. The conclusions reached were sometimes similar, sometimes completely opposite.
But prophecy was inherently like this.
Even if some elements foreshadowing the future were observed, those elements needed precise interpretation.
And the same element, in the eyes of different prophets, would usually present completely different things.
So, before obtaining a confirmed future as corroboration, no one could know if their prophecy was correct—let alone someone else's.
The Master of the Star Tower once tried to add "Probability Theory" into divination, but the calculation of probability was simply too complex. They lacked the necessary models, so in the end, it remained superficial.
Medea was an Astrologer of the Star Tower.
Her true purpose in accepting Principal Cynthia's invitation to substitute temporarily was actually to observe this batch of students up close in order to interpret a prophecy.
A prophecy regarding the myriad stars, the black mist, and the abyss.
...
"Eudora Envy."
"Here, here!"
A girl with a pink bob cut hurriedly stood up, lowering her head somewhat timidly.
Medea's eyes flashed slightly as she spoke, "Be brave, lift your head."
Eudora lifted her head, her large eyes with extremely long lashes flickering slightly.
But when she met Medea's gaze, Eudora suddenly froze.
In the depths of her eyes, stars actually emerged!
They vied for brilliance with the silver moon deep in Medea's eyes.
In this instant, a look of wild joy suddenly appeared on Medea's face!
She absolutely hadn't expected that hidden among this batch of students was such fine material!
—Star Eyes!
Those who possess Star Eyes can see through the trajectories of the stars' movements and thereby pry into fate.
Every possessor of Star Eyes is a natural-born Astrologer!
If she could take Eudora as a disciple, even if she failed to interpret that prophecy, this trip would not have been in vain.
But in this classroom, she obviously shouldn't appear too desperate.
Medea hurriedly restrained her expression and said softly, "Won't you introduce yourself?"
"Me." Eudora hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I am Eudora. I like the starry sky. My dream is to become a bride."
Medea was slightly stunned, then sighed, "A nice dream. Your eyes harbor the stars; the night shall grant you blessings."
There were very few Astrologers who started families.
Eudora, however, looked slightly delighted and said loudly, "Thank you!"
...
Time passed bit by bit.
Just as Dark was thinking that this Astronomy class would likely be spent entirely on self-introductions and "prophecies," he heard his name.
"Dark Demon."
He rose elegantly, raised his eyes to look at Medea, and began his self-introduction casually, "Hello, Professor. I don't have any major hobbies, nor any ambitions... Hmm, if I must choose one, it would be that I like cats. After graduation, I hope to inherit the family business."
→ Eliminate worries, inherit the Duke's title, obtain billions in family wealth, pet cats, watch the world go by, produce offspring, and idle away until death.
Yes, this was the entirety of the current dream of the person named Dark Demon.
After he finished speaking, he calmly faced the surrounding gazes, waiting for Medea's "prophecy."
But Medea gazed for only a moment before nearly being blinded.
She hurriedly averted her gaze, her heart palpitating with lingering fear.
This was not the first time she had been flashed.
From the moment she entered this classroom, she had been unable to resist looking toward that corner several times.
And every time she looked, she got flashed.
That pair of "Silver Moon Eyes" was truly almost blinded.
"Before this, I never heard that the Valkyrie's son was actually a Child of the Stars..."
Medea couldn't help but slander inwardly.
The moon is also one of the stars.
Medea's "Silver Moon Eyes," like Eudora's Star Eyes, were a type of "Star Eyes."
But her Silver Moon Eyes were clearly more mature, and the scenes she could see were deeper!
In her vision, Dark was simply an aggregate of stars!
The scorching Sun.
The gentle Moon.
The steady Saturn.
The resolute Venus.
The restless Jupiter.
...
Stars large and small gathered together, forming a dazzling star map.
In historical records, people possessing this anomaly were called "Children of the Stars," said to be able to borrow the power of the stars to induce miracles.
...
The first moment she saw Dark, she thought he must be the key she wanted to find to interpret the prophecy.
But immediately after, she discovered more "great people" in this classroom.
Thereby expanding the scope of the "myriad stars" to multiple students.
...
Closing her eyes to let the silver moon hide, then opening them again to look at the "Child of the Stars."
Medea spoke in her unique voice, "Do not hesitate, do not doubt. To embrace the stars is to embrace all."
...
Dark was startled abruptly.
Professor Medea's "prophecy" made him feel surprised, even a bit scared.
He sat down slowly.
He immediately realized he might have overthought it.
As long as he continued to walk at his own pace, some future branch lines would not exist, so they fundamentally couldn't appear in the prophecy.
There was no need to worry about this.
But this new Astronomy professor seemed to really have some skills.
...
Unlike some other "prophecies" that were relatively directive, Dark's prophecy was quite vague.
If one wasn't personally involved, it was hard to understand its meaning.
And the reason Medea said this sentence was completely different from what Dark understood.
The other students were even more confused.
Some thought Professor Medea meant that Dark would definitely be able to inherit the Duke's household's billions in assets and obtain everything he wanted.
And that was the fate of a Duke's son, something others couldn't help but envy.
Of course, it was also a nonsensical statement that wasn't nonsense.
...
Among them, only Eudora seemed to hear a different meaning, and she couldn't help but cover her hot cheeks.
And Rose, who had received the "prophecy" of "Above the stars, thy destination," was quite sensitive to the term "stars" within it, and also thought of something else from another layer of meaning.
She couldn't help but look away.
Aside from that, the "prophecy" Dark received didn't leave as deep an impression as the one for the Son of the Hero.
Some even secretly speculated, "I heard that the Hero, Bright, wasn't a particularly top-tier honor student during his school days either. Could this also be a similarity of history? Virt will really become a Hero."
And prophets always say: "Since ancient times, whenever a Hero appears, it is when humanity needs him."
If Virt really became a Hero, did that mean a disaster was really coming?
Various thoughts circulated in the classroom; the little magisters whispered to each other, speculating amongst themselves.
Medea's roll call and "prophecies" continued.
...
It was only a few minutes before the end of class that the entire roll call process finally concluded.
This process was long, but the students didn't find it boring.
Professor Medea's "prophecies" were still very interesting. Some students who received good prophecies even copied them down, preparing to make them into talismans or accessories after going back.
As for the students who received bad prophecies, although they wailed on the surface, they didn't care too much deep down, aside from feeling a bit depressed.
Only a small handful of people felt like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats.
For example, Doron and Robert; they couldn't let it go no matter what.
The final few minutes.
The little magisters saw that the roll call had finally ended and that class would be dismissed in a few minutes, so the atmosphere became increasingly lively.
But Professor Medea suddenly waved her wand, drew a purple heart in the air that remained for a few seconds, and then said in a slightly louder voice, "Today is my first time teaching, and I didn't cover much content."
More than just 'didn't cover much,' she fundamentally didn't teach anything!
Dark, in the back row, couldn't help but slander inwardly. He had even specially brought Little Eevee to audit the class, but the result... well, Eevee-chan did get to know all the first-year students.
Professor Medea continued, "I know Astronomy is just an interest class for the first years, but since I am here, it is no longer just an interest class. We have at least one semester to spend together. During this time, I will impart some knowledge related to Astrology to you, and tonight is just the beginning. I hope that after you go back, you can attempt to interpret the sentence I gave you during roll call. This will serve as the assignment for our first class. Understood?"
"Understood... my ass!"
The classroom exploded in an instant!
Not everyone had the habit of taking notes.
Most people had even just listened and let it pass. After discussing a few sentences at the start, they had focused entirely on other people's "prophecies."
They hurriedly turned their heads, wanting to ask their deskmates, but often saw the equally bewildered faces of their neighbors.
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