Fate Divination: ?

"You pay for my silver sword!"

Eleazar looks at the knight who suddenly lunges out of nowhere with some surprise.

After smiling apologetically with both Fina and Lingyin beside him, he dragged the knight off to the side.

"What's gotten into you, shouting out transcendental wordings in front of so many, and what makes you think I can afford to lose that kind of weapon."

Fintan looked at him with an unfavorable gaze, "I remember the silver price was $3.4 a gram a while ago, I just need a 5 kilogram silver ingot, you can't afford to lose less than 20,000?"

"Ah this..."

Eleazar looked at the knight in sudden amazement.

"If you're willing to use that silver, there's no harm in me paying you back..."

"I want a silver sword with the same efficacy as the original!"

"That's another thing."

Eleazar glanced at him faintly.

"Precious metal-silver, and transcendent metal-silver, are two completely different concepts, remember how I complained yesterday that your silver sword wasn't pure enough? The purer the silver, the more powerful it is, what you really want is actually pure silver."

Fintan said quickly, "Then you pay me for a sterling silver ingot of equal weight!"

"I can't afford to pay~"

Eleazar continues, "Refining pure silver not only requires very ambitious refining equipment, but most importantly, only a few grams of pure silver can be refined from a few kilograms of silver."

"!?"

Fintan was dumbfounded by the staggering proportions.

Eleazar patiently gave him the math, "If 5000 grams of pure silver, that would require a minimum of 5,000,000 grams... ...5000 kilograms... That's 5 tons of silver, and just based on 1 gram of silver at 3 dollars, that would require 15 million, but with something like this, I have a feeling you wouldn't necessarily be able to buy it even if you had that much money."

"Fifteen million...!"

"Splat~" both fell off in shock, and Fintan's classmates froze in their tracks.

Eleazar chuckled, "Why don't you grab me and take me to the church and see if they'd like to reward you with a silver sword?"

How could he afford to lose the Transcendent Silver Sword that could only be forged for over ten million dollars?

Knowing the true value of the family heirloom sword, Fintan suddenly became expressionless.

He bent to pick it up, patted the dust off, and slung it over his body before suddenly lunging at it with outstretched hands.

"I'll strangle you!"

"Violence won't solve the problem~"

"But I can fix you!"

"You don't want your silver sword back, how much strength do you have left without this transcendent weapon?"

Fintan sank his gaze in hatred, "How do you intend to pay me for my silver sword!"

Eleazar tugged at his collar, "What did you do with that ancient text from yesterday?"

"Leave it to the church!"

"Well, you really did take it in exchange for a bounty."

Eleazar grinned, "So it's simple, just keep taking things to the church in exchange for rewards, I can help you ah~"

"You're so naive, there aren't nearly as many of those unsavory things in the Land of the Holy Light as there are of you outlaw transcendents!"

"Reassurance, Reassurance, I can help you~"

It took a lot of persuasion on Eleazar's part to coax the angry knight who wanted to spit blood away.

Well, a dark search party was formed after class!

Eleazar nods in satisfaction and then walks off to class.

...

When the uneventful lesson was over, he was about to go and call up the knights to depart when he suddenly sensed the Man of Destiny approaching fast.

"Whoa!"

The witch jumped out from around a corner and tried to scare him.

Early and defensive, Eleazar clasped his hands and quietly watched her perform.

It felt like playing poker with yourself, even knowing the cards, without any sense of surprise at all.

Looking at the deflated witch, Eleazar sighed helplessly.

"Say, with this fateful ritual, don't you think we'll run out of novelty soon?"

"No no no, I'll try to make Prince-san feel a sense of anticipation for me~"

"For example?"

"I divined it!" Evelea gushed.

"Oh!" Eleazar was instantly energized.

"You divined something?"

"What we want is to the northwest!"

"Ouch!"

Eleazar gave her a good-natured knock on the head.

"Sure is a sense of anticipation, do you want us to keep following the northwest to the end of the world?"

"Yeah!"

"Good for you!"

Eleazar feels like he can't count on her anymore, and after days of divination, that's all that comes out.

But then, suddenly, he thought of the last time this man consumed them dropping the Thread of Fate.

"Why don't you use up the power of our destiny? See if we can divine accurately again?"

"No!"

Sure enough it worked, but Evelea acted very resistant.

Eleazar closed his eyes and felt it.

"It's okay, we've saved a lot, it's okay to use up a little."

"No!"

"Tell you what, I'll make up for how much I use up double!"

"..."

The witch's face did appear hesitant.

Eleazar came close to her ear again and used the sure-fire technique.

The soft voice carried the slightest hint of heat, "A little help, my Princess~"

Evelea was suddenly blushing and blushing.

"Then it's a deal! You're not allowed to lie!"

"Uh-huh, go ahead and get divining, I'll meet you downstairs."

Watching the fleet-footed figure bounce off to find a hidden place to divine, Eleazar closed his eyes again and felt it.

"Well, the threads of fate are wound tighter."

The witch had refused to say anything about how this mysterious power was generated.

But judging by the consequences of the last breach, it seems to be 'agreed'?

And what was her transformation ritual?

What exactly is the magic potion digested through?

Eleazar came downstairs thoughtfully and waited patiently for her return.

After a long time, Evelea came running back with gusto.

"I know!"

Taking a seat on the bench, she pulled out a map of Celine and pointed:

"It's a small town to the northwest, not too far from us, and it seems to be rarely illuminated by the holy light there, so there's still something to be divined!"

Eleazar narrowed his eyes and looked at the town, which was hundreds of kilometers away from Daron City, dumbfounded.

"It's... Isn't that far enough..."

"It's not far, it's only 11 o'clock now, it's just a 2 hour ride on the railroad tracks, we can come back at night if we solve it faster, if we can't, we can spend the night there and come back the next day, it's also possible to da~"

Eleazar rubbed his head with a headache, "I get it, you just want to hang out don't you?"

"Not at all!"

"This is the result of my painstaking divination!"

The witch crossed her arms.

"Okay, let's go then."

Eleazar stood up helplessly, "I'll go back and get my gear, do you want to go back and get ready?"

"No, I'm ready to go anytime!"

The witch followed along cheerfully, seemingly looking forward to the long walk later.

"What exactly is your transformation ritual?" Eleazar glanced at her.

It was something he had always been curious about.

Evelea whipped her head around, "Not telling you!"