Mystery: Lucky One

Alice walked over and took out a thin notebook from the cabinet.

Unlike the apparently extraordinary Travels of Groselle, this seems to be just an ordinary book... Oh wait, the stories in the book are handwritten!
Alice turned and looked at Edwina.

"I collected this at a secret gathering not long ago," Edwina said as she walked over. "It contains a very interesting story, but it should be fictional. After all..."

She paused, didn't tell me the reason, but smiled and said to Alice: "You might be interested, because the protagonist of the story is a 'prophet'."

prophet?

Alice was slightly startled and curiously opened the content.

Cassandra, the third daughter of Troy King Priam and Queen Hecuba, is their most beautiful daughter. She is as beautiful as golden Aphrodite and is a priestess of Apollo...

Ah? ? ?
The first familiar name is Vision, the second familiar name is Coincidence, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Okay, not that exaggerated, but with the names of Cassandra, Aphrodite and Apollo appearing in the same frame, Alice no longer had any hope.

This is clearly Greek mythology!
No, actually I can’t be sure. Maybe it’s Roman mythology, haha.

Alice read the whole story with the expression of an old man on the subway cell phone.

In the story, Cassandra is a princess of Troy who was given the ability to predict the future by Apollo. However, she was cursed for refusing to have sex with Apollo and became a prophet whose predictions were not believed.

What followed was Cassandra's tragic life, and in the end, she died because of a prophecy that was not believed.

Alice patiently read the whole story. Although she didn't remember many details of the story clearly, the familiar names and similar content made Alice certain that this was a Greek or Roman myth copied by someone unknown.

...Emperor Roselle?

Admittedly, this is indeed the easiest answer to think of, but Alice immediately ruled out this possibility - how could Russell copy down the story in obscurity? He should have announced everywhere that he wrote it!

However, Alice understood why Edwina thought it was fiction.

After all, none of the gods listed here had ever been heard of - even for a civilization as isolated as the City of Silver, the gods they believed in had left traces in history.

The possibility that such a completely unheard-of name is fictional is certainly higher than the possibility that a hidden civilization exists.

Alice closed the book without saying a word and asked solemnly, "Can you tell me in detail... about the person who gave you this story?"

Does she know anything about that story?
Edwina's eyes brightened a little, and she said to Alice: "That person concealed his appearance... Why don't you try divination?"

"Then I want to ask you if you know this..." Alice said as she tried to divine the origin of this story.

Yes, the origin of the story - who copied the story and how many hands the story went through is actually not important. What is important is the person who wrote the story in the first place.

But Alice soon discovered that the results would disappoint her.

The origin of this story was obscured by an unknown force. Alice withdrew from the gray phantom and realized that she was not yet able to see the truth. Alice frowned fiercely.

She is essentially the only living path to "destiny", and she also possesses a portion of the power of the source substance "Key of Light". Theoretically speaking, her authority is very high when it comes to destiny.

If she wasn't afraid of death, she could have taken a peek in the past, but she hadn't tried the support yet.

Theoretically speaking, as far as she knew, the only one who could stop her with anti-divination was... herself?

Alice was lost in thought.

"Have you heard this story before?" Edwina's voice brought Alice back to her senses. "You seem to care about it."

Alice was silent for a moment, put the book back in its place, and said with her eyes downcast:

"It shouldn't be here... Just like the clothes I'm wearing, they don't belong to existing civilization."

"It doesn't belong to the existing civilization..." Edwina's eyes became brighter, "Can you tell me more details?"

Alice paused for a moment, raised her head and looked at her. After thinking for a moment, she said:

“I come from…before the First Age.

"I woke up in the Second Age, then fell into a deep sleep. I didn't wake up until recently."

She looked at Edwina calmly, and clearly saw the mixed emotions of shock and joy in Edwina's eyes, as well as the fear that was crushed by the joy.

"Would you mind staying on board for a while longer?" she suddenly suggested. "We are different from ordinary pirate ships. We are more like treasure hunters in nature. Our main activity is to search for various treasures on the sea..."

Alice was lost in thought.

Looking at Edwina who was trying hard to recruit her, Alice closed her eyes and asked, "Do you people in the Church of Knowledge want knowledge more than your lives?"

…She never considered why I could live so long!
She, she only cares about the civilization before the First Age... Oh no, maybe she also cares about the history of the Second Age that I remember.

Edwina's joy and excitement were in stark contrast to the fear and awe that Audrey and Alger felt when they first heard the news. At one point, Alice remembered Klein, whose first reaction was to show concern for her.

Is it true that people are so different from each other...

A hint of confusion flashed across Alice's eyes. She suddenly remembered Winfred Grigory, who had filled her with an inexplicable feeling both times they met, and suddenly she had a subtle feeling.

Weird, inexplicable, not playing by the rules...why can't it be a human being?
That is to say, there are so many people in this world, so if someone has a more human-like personality, it’s normal, right…?
Why would I still use this word to describe myself?
Alice cursed Amon fiercely in her heart, and then said to Edwina:
“I won’t tell you unless you… uh, unless you convert me?
"No, forget it. It's too weird for a believer to give a lesson to a god of faith... Don't do this. You must not do this. I won't tell you!"

Alice clearly saw that Edwina had an expression of hesitation for a moment, and after hearing the second half of her words, she showed regret.

The believers of the Church of Knowledge are not all fence-sitters... Alice silently sympathized with the God of Knowledge and Wisdom for a second. (End of this chapter)