Your notoriety is known to everyone.

Lufia didn't eat for the whole day and devoted all her heart and soul to the battle on the chessboard.

Elina would occasionally come to take a look at the game progress, and each time she would leave shaking her head.

After the afternoon, she simply curled up in a corner, flipping through the books that Rogers had asked Hans to bring, unable to bear witnessing what happened to Rufia any longer.

She had experienced all of this and understood the nightmarish pain involved.

"Hey! Your Highness, it's almost nightfall. If you don't go back, the prince will come to see you." Rogers shook his numb elbow and reminded the other party.

Lufia looked down at the chessboard that was once again in a deadlock, then looked up at the sky blankly, her eyes dull as she muttered, "Ah, is it getting dark?"

"Yes, it's getting dark." Rogers found it a little unbelievable that Lufia could actually last a whole day, while Elena only lasted half a day the first time.

"Did I lose a day?" Lufia swallowed and moistened her dry throat, as if she couldn't accept this established fact.

"Do you want to win?" Rogers sat up straight suddenly and said in a persuasive manner.

"Think! Do you have a way for me to win?!" Lufia's eyes were rekindled with brilliance, and she reached out and grabbed Roger's sleeve tightly.

“There are actually various routines and fixed rules on this chessboard. As long as you master these rules, even if you can’t win, you can still be invincible.

"I would love to teach the princess how to win, but my memory is not very good, and I am afraid I won't be able to teach her from the beginning to the end.

"As long as the princess can give me a magic item that can recall past memories, I will be able to teach the princess well."

Rogers patted Lufia's little hand and responded gently, like an elder who hopes that the younger generation can grow up healthily.

He had thought about having Lufia sign a contract, but unfortunately the other party was a member of the royal family after all. If the parents found out anything, he would probably not end up well.

Although the props for recalling memory are rare, they should not be too precious for a princess. They are just right for her to recall the various details in the "Evening Angel Quartet".

"Okay! I will definitely find it for you tomorrow."

Lufia nodded solemnly, then stood up and said goodbye to Logos and Elina one by one.

"What a good child, but a little too stubborn." Rogers couldn't help but sigh as he looked at her back as she ran into the stairs.

Elina walked over and placed the book next to him, her eyes full of contempt: "Prince Leid will definitely come to see you tomorrow."

"Did you use the special privilege to predict it?" Rogers looked at Elena in surprise. He remembered her saying that they could only vaguely predict what might happen in the future. How could she be so sure now?

"It's not a special gift. It's based on my intuition as a daughter." Elina chuckled and turned to leave the observatory.

Chapter 13 The Prophet Who Should Not Exist

At dawn.

Rogers scooped up the cool water and let it pass over his cheeks again and again, washing himself to greet the new day.

He wiped his face casually with a soft towel, put on a short-sleeved shirt and shorts made of fine linen, and walked to the edge of the observatory out of boredom, watching the morning sun slowly rise.

In this world without any electronic products, Rogers, a prisoner of the Observatory Tower, can't find any other way of life except eating, sleeping, washing, reading and playing chess.

The only ones who could add some color to his boring time were perhaps the often sullen Elina and Rufia who cried while playing chess yesterday.

After the incident yesterday where the knight's page challenged him to a duel, Rogers more or less understood why Earl Brad had kept him locked up in the tower.

With his current reputation, if he were to sneak out of the Earl's Mansion again, he would probably be surrounded by a group of people and beaten to death.

But what he couldn't understand was why Earl Brad still planned to send him to Saint Hert when the situation was already so bad.

If he showed up in the academy, there would definitely be a lot of people lining up to duel with him.

When he was halfway through his thought, Rogers' ears moved slightly and he looked towards the stairs.

Hans would never come to see him at this time. The footsteps of the person who came were heavy and did not sound like Elena.

After a while, a burly man with messy blond hair came out from the stairs. He was wearing a coarse vest and trousers. He was extremely sturdy, and his muscles looked extremely powerful under the morning glow.

Currently in Brad's territory, the only person with blond hair who can enter and exit the observatory tower freely is Prince Reuel.

Rogers finally understood why Lufia was not used to wearing dresses. It was quite normal to have a father who didn't care about his appearance.

"Hahaha, look who I meet? Isn't this the famous Lord Rogers Braid?" Reaid strode over with a hearty laugh.

"Your Highness, I'm just a child." Looking at Reud approaching quickly, Rogers couldn't help but take a step back, emphasizing the word "child" in his words.

He was afraid that the prince, who came up to him in a peer-like tone, would beat him up without regard for his dignity for Rufia.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to play chess with you too." Contrary to his kind face, Reid knocked hard on Rogers' shoulder and pushed him onto the chair without saying a word.

Rogers felt the numbness and pain in his shoulder, and tears as big as beans squeezed out of his eyes instantly. He shouted heartbreakingly: "Prince, hit me..."

"Wait! I found a magic item for you, Rufia, that can recall your memory!" Seeing this, Leyd quickly let go, thinking to himself, I didn't use much force, why does it hurt so much?

Rogers sniffed, reached out to take the square wooden box handed to him by Leid, opened it, and a monocle with a chain came into view.

"You need to be promoted to bronze and use magic power to drive it. It has the magical ability to allow you to balance reality while recalling the past in an immersive way."

Reid carefully introduced the excellence of the magic props, and then he saw Rogers casually wiped away his tears and touched his chest to express his gratitude sincerely.

Such superb face-changing skills made him feel that the bad reputation spread by the outside world might not be all slander.

"Alice is a saint, and you are just the son of an earl. It is impossible for you two to be together." Reid sat down on a chair that was slightly narrower than his body, and abruptly said to Rogers who was placing chess pieces.

"So, Your Highness was also present during the incident at the Skarlo Market?" Rogers arranged the chess position and without hesitation pushed the middle pawn forward with white, watching his opponent's reaction with half-closed eyes.

Reid was slightly stunned, his two thick eyebrows knitted together, and he looked at the boy opposite thoughtfully.

The boy's eyes were filled with thoughts that shouldn't exist at his age. Leid had seen all kinds of brilliant and precocious people, their eyes were either rebellious, or determined, or full of fighting spirit...

But there has never been one like Rogers.

What kind of experience could give a thirteen-year-old boy such a pair of eyes?

“Although saints are a gift to the world, they may also cause unstoppable disasters, so when they are born, they must be accompanied by a lock.

“Until a great disaster is about to befall, the key will come into being to help the saint who saves the world open the lock that seals her.

"The blood relatives of the Saint are the locks, and since you have received the Saint's love, you have assumed the responsibility of the key.

"All of this is the choice of fate. Even if the prince becomes the key, the royal family will let him choose to sacrifice without hesitation." Reid said in a deep voice, already treating Rogers as a peer.

"Is it really the choice of fate? Would a being like you believe in such words?" Rogers sneered, resting his wrists on the edge of the table, tapping the table with his fingertips.

"Why do you act like you know my personality very well? You were acting like you were deliberately provoking Kevin at the Skarlo Market...

"Moreover, the key and the lock, which should have been destroyed together in fate, are both alive and well. This should not have happened this way..."

Reid's body leaned forward slightly, and his expression changed as he pushed out the middle pawn on the chessboard. His heart began to beat faster and faster, and his pupils dilated slightly.

An extremely absurd guess emerged in his mind, but it seemed that only this answer could explain the strange situation before him.

He breathed rapidly as he looked at the smiling boy and silently uttered a word - prophet.

Although the prophet is not as favored by the world as the saint, he can directly transcend the veil of the world.

They communicate with the gods, they depict fate, they guide heroes, they have a vision far beyond the ordinary and control unimaginable mysteries.

But since the end of the Age of Gods, they have never appeared again.

Rogers did not comment and continued the game in silence.

The number of black pieces held by Reud gradually decreased, until only the lonely king was left.

"Can you tell me? What will happen to me in the future?" Reid tightly grasped the chess piece representing the king and asked in a deep voice.

"What can an emperor who attempts to completely consolidate power, break up the vassal autonomy and embark on the road to absolute monarchy do?" Rogers clasped his hands together, his mouth corners slightly raised, and a smile of unclear authenticity hung on his still somewhat childish face.

“It’s unbelievable. So many years have passed. No one would believe that someone like you would appear on this continent.” Reid slowly stood up, looked up at the sky with a serious face, and whispered.

Then he looked down at Rogers and said solemnly:

"I swear by the First Emperor, Laeuid Augustus, that I will never reveal any secrets about Logos Brid to anyone.

"I just ask that you protect Rufia for me."

……

Chapter 14 Days slowly melt into years

After watching Prince Reuel leave, Rogers slowly exhaled.

He had just combined the information from the game and made a huge gamble on whether he could fool this powerful prince.

Although there has not yet been any sign that the emperor is planning to centralize power on a large scale, Reuel, as a member of the royal family, should know something about it.

His wife came from a long-standing ducal family. She was an iron-clad aristocrat, the type who was naturally incompatible with imperial power.

As the daughter of a duke with royal blood, Lufia is probably more of an eyesore to the emperor than the marriage of Rogers and Elena.

After all, the union of the Logos and Elina families can only control the eastern part of the empire at most, while Lufia has the capital to kick those princes away and inherit the throne.

Even if Lufia has no such intention, as long as she has the support of her prince father and grand duchess mother, those princes will not be able to restrain themselves even if the emperor does not take action.

The entire royal family, except for Prince Reuel, are all staunch authoritarians.

In the game, no matter which line Prince Reuel is on, he deeply loves his wife and daughter, and can even confront his brother the emperor for his wife.

He is the only strange person who was born in the royal family but is opposed to the imperial power.

Perhaps it was precisely because he was currently showing signs of leaning towards the aristocracy that he was pushed to the Territory of Breed.

If he really died and Prince Reuel was found to have appeared at the scene... the emperor would definitely be looking forward to this happening, it would be a good handle.

As the daughter of Prince Leyed, Rufia was indeed plotted against many times in the later stages of the game, but because of the friendship and help of the Saint, every crisis was averted.

It's a pity that Reud didn't know these things, but it's a good thing that he didn't know, otherwise there would be no problem for Rogers.

"Having the support of a powerful prince should help block most of the conspiracies against him from the royal family. Fortunately, he was fooled."

Rogers rubbed his shoulders which were a little sore from being pinched just now.

Prince Leoid in the game has been adhering to the spirit of chivalry all his life, but for Rufia, he can easily abandon his faith and come to bully his "child", which makes him a competent father.

Finally, there is the lock and key of the saint. This intelligence was not mentioned in the game, but it is consistent with Rogers’ previous guess.

As Alice's only living relative, Kevin must play the role of the lock, but Rogers does not believe that he is destined to be the key.

Maybe even if I fall in love with Alice, there is a possibility that I will be manipulated by others.

In the final analysis, you still have to gain power. Only absolute power can free you from the possibility of being manipulated as pawns by those high-ranking guys.

As for the identity of a prophet, Rogers certainly does not have it.

"The memory of completing the game with all endings, Elina's foresight bonus, the characteristics of the prompt box, it seems that this prophet himself is not incapable of being..."

Rogers stroked his chin and casually flipped through the prompt box that had not changed for a long time, speculating on what other conveniences the identity of a prophet could bring.

However, when you don't have enough power, it's better not to pretend.

"Rogers, you are thinking of bad ideas again!" Elena quietly came to the absent-minded Rogers and suddenly shouted.

"You will definitely be particularly upset and angry about something today." Rogers turned his head towards Elena expressionlessly and made a prediction very seriously.

"Why?" Elina was stunned when she heard that, and then her face immediately became regretful and angry.

"Because I answered your question, now you owe me a favor." Rogers grinned, revealing his neat white teeth. There was a glow of pride and victory in his smile. "Do you regret scaring me?"

"You are a despicable liar with no honor!" Elina tried to reach out and grab Rogers' collar, but missed.

As if he had expected this, Rogers turned around and ran away.

Perhaps due to developmental issues, girls of this age are always stronger than boys. However, when Rogers started running at full speed, Elena, who was wearing a skirt, found it difficult to catch up.

Not long after, Lufia, who reached the top of the tower, saw Logos dodging Elena's pursuit with quick and agile movements, and her eyes revealed a look of wanting to play together.

Then she lifted her skirt and joined in the game with a smile.

As the boys and girls chased each other, the sky gradually turned into a golden curtain, and time passed quickly and irreversibly.

The colors of summer are fading, and the cool breeze heralds the approach of fall.

For more than a month, Rogers often heard news about the saint Alice.

Either they are praising her noble character, or they are praising her unparalleled magical talent.

During this period, Count and Countess Brad also came to the observatory tower several times, but they never scolded Rogers. Instead, they would often ask if he was living a comfortable life, and occasionally revealed some concerns about Rogers' future in their words.

“Mother doesn’t want to know what kind of divine revelation or special privilege you have obtained, nor does she want to know why you have grown so much in such a short time.

“Mother can only clearly feel that you are still my poor child, and the only heir of the Breed family.

"You will bear the honor of Earl Breed sooner or later. Your father and I cannot protect you forever, so we want to send you to Saint Herta. I hope you will not feel resentful about us letting you go."