"Stars fall, the heavens collapse, day shall not be day, night shall not be night, and gods shall cease to be gods..."
"Blood! Blood! It's all blood!"
"Piles of bones, corpses forming mountains!"
"He died, she died, they all died!"
"Everyone, everyone must die!"
"Ah!"
...
With another scream, Eudora suddenly snapped back to reality. The pitch-black night sky within her eyes receded like a tide, becoming clear once more.
The terror that had just appeared on her face vanished without a trace, as if it had been mere acting.
She looked around with a blank expression, appearing extremely confused as to why she had suddenly become the focal point of everyone's vision.
"W-What happened?"
Eudora asked tremblingly, trying very hard to speak.
But the students were currently too shocked by her horrific prophecy to respond; even Professor Medea could not help but stop in her tracks.
"Professor, what price did she pay?"
Dark Demon's voice came from the back, causing Professor Medea to be abruptly startled awake.
She hurriedly recomposed herself and glanced in Dark's direction, seemingly surprised by his clarity of thought.
Then, she walked towards Eudora again. Bending down, with a shift of her curves, she reached out to cup Eudora's face and observed it carefully.
Eudora herself was a soft-natured child on the surface; at this moment, she had no idea how to respond and could only let Professor Medea manipulate her face as she pleased.
After a good while, Professor Medea took a deep breath, her solemn gaze fixed tightly on Eudora's eyes.
There, hidden within those slightly timid pupils, was a shining Golden Star that could not be concealed!
Although Eudora possessed [Star Eyes], the [Star Eyes] would not manifest in her normal state.
The Golden Star in her eyes now was clearly a sequela of "Divination"!
"Although it's not the most fatal type, it is the most troublesome type..."
Medea couldn't help but furrow her brows.
But this was not something to be said directly in front of the students.
At this moment, as a professor, she ought to think of a way to soothe the fear ignited by that prophecy.
So, she naturally relaxed her brows and revealed a hint of a relieved smile. "It's fine, there are no obvious sequelae. After class, follow me to find Sister Carian for another detailed check-up."
Hearing this, Eudora asked timidly again, "Professor, what exactly happened just now?"
Medea waved her magic wand lightly, bringing up a stream of flowing light like a galaxy, and smiled radiantly. "Congratulations, you have completed your first divination as an Astrologer!"
"First divination?" Eudora looked blank. "But why don't I remember anything?"
Medea smiled. "There are many elements involved in this, related to magic power and the brain's bearing capacity. Of course, it also relates to the strength of your Astrology."
Eudora couldn't help but lower her head, nervously saying, "Does this mean I can become an Astrologer?"
Medea nodded with a smile. "Yes. If you are willing, I would like to become your guide."
Eudora immediately opened her mouth, finding it incredible.
Professor Medea's impression on the little Magisters was actually very good.
Setting aside her string of titles, just the fact that she came from the Star Tower was a huge plus!
The Star Tower could be said to be a holy land for Astrologers.
Every Astrologer took pride in being able to enter the Star Tower.
If Eudora became Professor Medea's disciple, entering the Star Tower in the future would basically be a sure thing.
Medea gently rubbed her head and said softly, "No need to be too anxious to make a decision. Let's talk properly after class. This is, after all, a very important matter, and it requires your parents' consent."
Eudora just left her mouth half-open, nodding her head cutely.
...
With this interlude of accepting an apprentice, the little Magisters finally recovered from the horrific prophecy just now.
After all, the person who spoke that prophecy was Eudora, not Professor Medea, so some people didn't take it too specifically to heart.
Moreover, prophets had always been mysterious and eccentric; many of the things they said contradicted the literal meaning, and there were not a few who were extremely exaggerated.
Especially in recent years, sensational prophecies had become increasingly frequent.
Erm...
In fact, there were still many people who cared!
Professor Medea was obviously very clear on this as well.
After diverting some attention through the matter of "accepting an apprentice," she spoke lightly: "Next, let us continue the class. Last lesson, we assigned homework on the interpretation of a single-sentence prophecy. I think everyone should have understood by now that the interpretation of a prophecy is a very personalized thing. For example, Eudora very likely just saw a painting by Bidegaska."
Laughter immediately rang out in the classroom.
Bidegaska was the main representative of contemporary abstract painters.
He liked to use a large number of flowing, distorted color blocks to pave the paper.
It was as if merely mentioning him caused a composition to surface in one's mind.
Black and white pigments dividing a piece of drawing paper horizontally into two halves; black above, white below, intermingling in the middle.
The slanting yellow dots are falling stars.
The bright red arcs are flowing blood.
The white color blocks are piles of corpses.
At a first glance, it seems to be just children's random doodles.
Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it really is just children's random doodles!
...
Professor Medea's "casual remark" indeed played a significant role.
But there were still people who recorded that "prophecy" to ponder carefully.
Dark was one of them.
But the more he pondered, the more he discovered.
Eudora's "prophecy" actually wasn't much different from the alarmist talk of those prophets in recent years.
It was nothing more than that set about the "Resurrection of the Demon King."
And Dark knew.
If the storm fanned by the butterfly's wings was not enough to overturn everything...
The Demon King would eventually revive, and the Hero would also step onto the stage.
Just like the script of a stage opera, it was a predetermined play.
But the earth-shaking changes of the era were destined to prevent it from stirring up any waves.
When the time comes, one only needs to pour a cup of black tea, set out a few syrup cookies, do the proper job of a "spectator," and watch from afar. That would be considered the best contribution to this play.
→ At least, that is what he believed at the moment.
...
The Astronomy class had only just begun; naturally, it wouldn't end because of this.
After experiencing Eudora's "Divination," the students instead had a stronger interest in the night curtain on their desktops.
Professor Medea patrolled while explaining.
In her heart, she was actually also thinking about Eudora's "prophecy."
Looking only at the "prophecy" itself, it was not unusual.
It was even partially similar to the "prophecy" she wanted to verify.
But the problem was, there were too many similar "prophecies"!
Prophets always predict peace during war, and war during peace, because that is the inevitability of historical cycles—prophecies that can absolutely never be wrong!
And based on this kind of mindset, it becomes easier to "see" related things.
...
"Hmm?"
Medea suddenly stopped. She saw that the "night curtain" in front of Sarah Swati had undergone a relatively obvious change.
"What did you see?" Medea asked softly.
Sarah, however, closed her eyes. Only after a moment did she say, "It is fate."
Medea: "..."
Wait until the professor walked past the aisle, Sarah quietly opened a small slit, looking at her back and revealing a playful smile.
...
Professor Medea immediately came to Emma Metis's side.
She discovered that Emma was raising both hands, like a witch of the old era, "casting spells" at that night curtain.
It actually caused some changes.
Medea shook her head amusingly.
Three stars.
Tonight, nine stars shall shine brilliantly.
Six left.
...
"Wah! It's coming! It's coming!"
Little Fatty Pistan's sudden bluffing attracted Professor Medea's attention.
She casually tapped him on the head with her wand, quieting him down.
...
Silently, a trace of blood tide rose within Robert's eyes.
Virt, who was racking his brains, suddenly noticed the change in the atmosphere beside him. Subconsciously, he wanted to wake Robert up, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Professor Medea's smile and hurriedly covered his mouth.
The night curtain in front of Robert then rolled up slightly.
The edges of the night curtain gradually began to flow.
...
Immediately following that, Heidi, who shared a desk with Sarah, surprisingly also captured that tiny bit of feeling.
Then it was someone from the Fool's House.
...
Seven stars!
...
Dark, who was currently teasing Little Eevee, suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the front row was somewhat wrong.
He abruptly raised his head.
He saw that the night curtain in front of Rose was actually shining with countless stars!
Dark subconsciously looked up at the sky.
Through the ceiling that had been divided into hundreds of pieces, he could see the night sky where stars were still hard to find.
He looked down again at the night curtain currently before Rose.
He finally realized that she, too, had found that trace of feeling.
...
Professor Medea walked over. She did not feel too much surprise at Rose Flotly's success.
During last week's Astronomy class, she had paid attention to this Miss Flotly.
Flotly was once one of the most noble surnames in the kingdom.
But times change.
Even the brightest star has a time when it falls.
The disintegration of the Flotly family had certain era-related factors, but it also had a lot to do with its own archaic system.
Since ancient times, the Flotly family had separated the main house from the branch houses.
The main house had only one lineage; branches other than the heir would be demoted to branch houses, unable to touch a single trace of the true inheritance.
Once the bloodline of the main house died prematurely, the entire inheritance system would instantly collapse.
With the death of Rose's parents, the fall of the Flotly family became inevitable.
But tides rise and fall, clouds gather and scatter.
After decline, there is a rise.
Professor Medea was a staunch fatalist, always firmly believing:
"Great men are born great; fate is long destined."
...
Half the class time passed.
The ninth star was slow to appear.
Professor Medea clapped her hands, waiting no longer. "So now, those who have glimpsed fate, please interpret fate."
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