Chapter 27: Chapter 27: The Prophecy
After Lucy left, Sam trained for an hour before returning home, where he felt many hostile eyes on him.
"They purposely placed the first-year residents in the very back, didn't they?" Sam muttered to himself as he walked past the second and third-year residential areas.
It had only been a day, and he was already attracting too much attention.
He sighed, ignoring the hostile gazes, and arrived home to find Isabelle standing in front of his room.
Her expression was one of irritation, as if she were mad at him for something.
"You're here," she said, her tone sharp.
"And you are too," Sam replied, confused.
He wondered why she seemed upset and if he had done something wrong.
"Where were you?" Isabelle asked, crossing her arms like a wife reprimanding her husband for leaving without a word.
"I was doing a bit of early morning training. Why? What's wrong?" Sam asked, not appreciating the accusatory look she was giving him.
"Why didn't you tell me before you went?" she demanded.
"Is that what she's mad about?" Sam thought, baffled by her reaction.
They had only officially met the day before, and after that, she had asked his mother to let her live with him.
She even wanted to spend time alone with him.
Now she was mad that he didn't tell her where he was going, like a housewife would be.
What should he say to her now? How should he handle this situation?
He had been raised with four sisters, so he figured he could manage it.
Whenever his sisters accused him of something he hadn't even done, he learned a way to defuse the situation.
This method even worked with his mother.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have gone without telling you," he said.
No matter how right you are, in front of a woman, you are always wrong.
His father's words, not his.
It was that easy to cool down a brooding girl: just admit you're wrong, even if you're right.
"Mmm," Isabelle's mood improved upon hearing his apology.
"Don't go anywhere without informing me. We're living together; we should always know where each other is."
"Of course I do, or I wouldn't be here... I never expected there would be someone else besides me," Isabelle admitted.
Yuki looked at her thoughtfully for a few seconds before speaking again. "My father, the hero King... he once mentioned a prophecy to me about this.""Long ago, a prophecy was foretold," Isabelle began, reciting from memory.
"He is the all-powerful Emperor, an anomaly unto himself. He holds the key to life and death, infinity and dreams; with him comes both chaos and order"
"Only when the saintesses of the elements unite by his side shall he recognize his true self."
"When he ascends, his faithful may look up, for the gates of nine hells and heavens will open in full glory, and the balance shall tremble as chaos intertwines with order."
"He will cast shadows of both creation and destruction."
"Those who stand with him shall find salvation, while those who oppose him shall face retribution."
For a moment, silence enveloped them as they gazed solemnly at each other.
"How long have you known that you're part of this... prophecy?" Yuki asked, settling onto Sam's bed and supporting her weight on her arms against the cushion.
"For a while... my mother told me a few days before the awakening ceremony," Isabelle replied, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "I believe his family members know about this as well."
"Why do you say that?"
"His mother and mine are good friends. When my mother suggested I live with him, his mother didn't question it. I figured she must have known about my destiny with her son, so they arranged it," Isabelle said, smiling slightly.
Suddenly, Yuki also had a realization.
When her father, the Hero King, asked her to live with Sam, he mentioned that he had already spoken with Sam's grandfather about the arrangement.
"Now that you mention it, I also suspect they knew about this. At least his grandfather knew," Yuki said, sighing.
"Do you... believe he's the one the prophecy talks about?" Yuki asked.
"I don't know. I'm not sure anyone knows who the prophecy refers to, but I want it to be him. There's a feeling I can't ignore that makes me believe he's the one," Isabelle glanced at Yuki.
"Everyone seems to think he's the one, but there's been no proof or signs."
"What about you?"
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want him to be my destiny," Yuki replied, her gaze drifting to a photo frame on the bedside table displaying Sam with his four sisters.
"It seems we're on the same page."
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