Chapter 284: The Ninth Shining Star
“The rarity of the ‘Divination’ talent far surpasses that of the Mana talent.”
Yet, in this classroom, more than eight talent bearers appeared simultaneously.
And these eight individuals had only recently displayed their talents tonight.
Among them were also many who had yet to discover their own ‘feeling’ talent and remained hidden.
Professor Metia lit the first star: “Then, Sarah Swati, you may start.”
But after Sarah stood up, she hesitated: “Professor, divination is a very personal matter.”
Professor Metia blinked and casually said: “No, what you see now does not count as divination unless you can do it like Eudora.”
Eudora, who was unaware of her own divination, couldn’t help but look at Sarah in confusion.
Sarah glanced at her sideways before lifting her head: “Alright then. I saw the night sky surging, like a tide irrigating, a time when storms gather. There might be a calamity soon.”
Professor Metia clapped her hands: “Very good. Having the courage to make a judgment is a necessary quality for a prophet. Although there are many interpretations of such phenomena, a prophet must first believe in their own predictions.”
“If they don’t believe in their own predictions, then it would be even more impossible to make others believe. So, I think you need to prepare to weather the calamity.”
Sarah: “Uh…”
Metia: “Next! Emma Maltis.”
Emma slowly stood up; she didn’t know how Professor Metia could tell she had some foresight. The feeling came so faintly that she wasn’t sure if it was just her eyes playing tricks on her.
But since she was called by the professor, she had to say something.
She pondered: “Professor, I saw a shining golden star, perhaps a sign of good fortune. Well, I mean, my luck has always been pretty good.”
Professor Metia lightly tapped her wand and smiled: “That’s enviable.”
Emma cautiously sat down, relieved that the professor didn’t ask her to stand and reinterpret, and slightly relaxed.
At this point, she really didn’t know how to “predict” anything.
“So, next…”
…
The young magi watched each “seer” being called eagerly, their envy almost palpable.
But the students called upon were very troubled.
Because they hadn’t truly observed future fragments like Eudora did, but merely seen the most superficial omens.
It was clearly too much to expect them to make any meaningful “predictions” based on such slight changes in the night sky.
What they said after being called was mostly the result of deep thought, imitating a prophet based on their impression.
But this was exactly what Professor Metia required.
To make plausible speculations with limited information.
Something like this.
…
“Robert Broheim.”
Professor Metia called Robert’s name.
But Robert stood up, looking extremely agitated.
He kept gesturing and said: “I saw blood! Professor. Maybe I will have a bloody disaster soon… Oh, heavens! Is Eudora’s blood and corpses referring to me?”
“Calm down, Broheim,” Professor Metia blinked. “You need to go to bed on time, stay healthy, and avoid nosebleeds.”
Robert half-opened his mouth, unable to speak.
Professor Metia tapped him with her wand, making him sit down: “Alright, next.”
…
After Robert, another student from the Fool’s Academy was forced to stand up and answer.
It was unclear what he specifically “saw,” but after standing up, he stuttered for a long time and finally sat back down without saying anything clear.
He seemed to be the type who couldn’t speak under the gaze of many people.
If he wanted to become a prophet in the future, this would likely be very difficult.
However, it was rumored that some stayed behind the scenes, never showing themselves, never interacting with guests, and only letting servants convey prophecies to maintain a sense of mystery.
…
After a few words from Professor Metia helped him calm down, she pointed to the eighth star shining tonight.
“Next, Rose Florette. Repeatedly interpreting omens to predict the future is our destiny as prophets.”
Although Rose guessed she would be called, she was still quite nervous.
She subconsciously looked at her friend, Diana, seeking strength from her gaze.
Diana was always so brave, which made her very envious.
“Go for it!” Diana clenched her fist and whispered.
Rose took a deep breath and looked at the podium.
Even with all the students watching, a blush still crept onto her face.
But once she spoke, her tone was relatively smooth.
She said: “Professor, I saw an increasing number of stars in the night sky. But I don’t know what it means.”
Professor Metia spoke softly: “Don’t be nervous, think carefully about what you feel in your heart, that will guide you to the right interpretation.”
Rose hesitated for a moment, remaining silent.
Diana quickly covered her mouth and whispered: “Just make something up! Make up something!”
Rose couldn’t help but lower her head to look at her, her eyes widening.
Diana quickly signaled her.
She began hesitantly: “If the stars represent wishes, perhaps it signifies that my wishes will come true one by one?”
Professor Metia encouraged her: “Be confident. That’s a great prophecy, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” Rose nodded slightly and then sat down at Professor Metia’s gesture.
…
“Let’s find out, the ninth star shining tonight…”
Professor Metia waved her wand, drawing a glowing line, and then pointed it at each student below.
Each student she pointed at showed a hint of excitement and nervousness, but the wand eventually moved away from them.
After circling around for a while.
Suddenly, Professor Metia’s brow twitched, noticing a strange fluctuation.
Then she sharply turned her gaze from Wit Gao’s direction to Dark Demon’s direction.
The silver moon deep in her eyes quickly faded, avoiding being blinded.
Regarding this suspected “Child of Stars,” Professor Metia had always paid close attention.
If tonight’s ninth star was him, it would be logical.
“So, Dark Demon, did you see anything from tonight’s moon?”
