Chapter 109: A Journey of Bewilderment (2)
With Green Lolita’s interruption, and the strange rule, Bai abandoned her questioning.
But as she looked up, a strange expression crossed her face.
“Little fox, have you been here before?”
Her reaction was too obvious. Green Lolita, with her keen senses, had noticed immediately.
“I’m not sure if I’ve been here,” she said, shaking her head, and walked forward.
Before her was an ordinary house, its architecture clearly elven, built from vines and wood.
And what surprised Bai was that this house was identical to the one she had briefly shared with Eleanor in the Twilight Marsh of her time.
She didn’t know if it had survived from ancient times, or if Nimora had rebuilt it from her memories.
In any case, she walked towards it, a strange sense of familiarity washing over her, and without hesitation, she pushed the door open.
“Little fox, how are you so familiar with this place?” Green Lolita asked, following close behind, a look of suspicion on her face as she saw Bai choose Nimora’s room without a second thought.
“I don’t know,” Bai said, and opened the door to see Nimora, her expression as calm and indifferent as she remembered it.
She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, meditating.
Startled by their sudden appearance, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Bai.
“…”
She looked at Bai for a long moment, then at Eleanor. “You’ve come again.”
“Yes, I’ve come again!” Green Lolita said, her voice filled with a barely contained rage. “We’ve made all the preparations. We’re just waiting for you to say the word, and we can go and scatter the ashes of those bastards!”
“…The time is not right,” Nimora said, shaking her head, her voice a low whisper.
“Not right, not right, you always say that! We’ve watched our sacred lands be taken, and we’ve been driven out like dogs! And we have to beg those dogs to let us back in! How can you stand it!”
Green Lolita was furious, but Nimora, as if used to her outbursts, remained calm.
“They will bring about their own destruction. All we can do now is wait.”
She closed her eyes again, as if to say she had nothing more to say.
Bai watched them argue, her expression unreadable. She knew what would happen, and she also knew the limitations of Nimora’s prophecy.
Yes, Nimora had seen the self-destruction of the main branches. That was why she had been so patient, had waited for their inevitable end.
But what she hadn’t seen was that their end had been brought about by resistance.
If not for the Fairy race, who had sacrificed everything to defeat the main branch, the elves would have never been able to return to their sacred lands.
And by the time Nimora had realized this, it had been too late.
“Nimora, I want to talk to you,” Bai said, as Nimora ignored Green Lolita, and Green Lolita fumed in silence.
“Mysterious little guest, what do you want to talk about?” Nimora asked, opening her eyes, her gaze calm and steady, devoid of emotion.
“Some things… I want to know.”
Bai walked into the room and sat down opposite her.
“Oh?” Nimora’s interest was piqued. “But what you want to know, I may not know. Because you are not of this world. I cannot see your future.”
Of course she couldn’t. Because Bai was from the future.
“Not… of?” Green Lolita’s eyes widened. She didn’t understand.
She was just as clueless about the little fox’s true identity.
But if she was from another world… it wasn’t impossible.
…Including the Wild God, and the main branches, all of them from another world.
Bai hesitated. “I’m sorry, but these things I can only discuss with Nimora…”
“Eleanor, you may leave,” Nimora said, looking at Green Lolita, and she said a name that made Bai’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Wait… Eleanor?”
Although she quickly composed herself, her brief reaction was noticed by both Nimora and Green Lolita.
But they said nothing. Green Lolita just stomped her foot and left, closing the door behind her.
After she was gone, Nimora looked at Bai, who was now sitting upright, her expression serious. “You seem surprised by her name.”
“…No comment,” Bai said, her gaze flickering away.
So that’s how it was…
Green Lolita’s true name was Eleanor, a name that had been erased by the destruction of the Divine Advent… but before she had been completely erased, she had given her true name to her only daughter.
And so, her true name had been passed down, in a different way.
Bai looked at the indifferent Nimora. Perhaps she had also been a part of this decision.
“I want to borrow the ‘Oracle,'” Bai said bluntly. “The sacred artifact you use to see the future.”
This time, Nimora was no longer calm. This was a secret of her divination ability. Her expression turned grim. “You know of the ‘Oracle’… no, wait, I was the one who named it. I’ve never told anyone. How do you know?”
“That the ‘Oracle’ exists, others know. I expected that. But why would you use the name I gave it… unless I told you myself.”
“Wait, I can sense you are not from here, or rather, you are not from this ti—”
Nimora was intelligent. From a few clues, she had already deduced Bai’s identity.
Bai sighed, interrupting her. “I just want to borrow it. And some things, you don’t need to know… Nimora, you have the ability to see fate. You should also know that fate cannot be spoken.”
Nimora’s agitated expression softened slightly. She took a deep breath, and sealed away her thoughts. “Alright. But what will you give me in return?”
“The… future,” Bai replied, her voice low.
“What future?”
“The future of the elven race.”
Nimora’s pupils constricted. She was silent for a moment. “I understand. Take it.”
She raised her hand, and a brilliant crystal ball appeared in her palm.
She handed it to Bai, but just as she was about to, she realized what Bai had said…
“The future of the elven race? Wait, what about the Fairy race…”
But before she could ask, Bai had already taken the crystal ball.
And in that instant, the “Oracle” shattered.
