The System Favors Me Too Much

40  Chapter 40: The Truth

"Do me a favor and cut my granddaughter some slack. Trust me, she wanted to tell you so badly, but I told her not to," Principal Agor said, sighing.

"What do you want from me?" Sam asked, not even looking at him.

"You've only heard her side of the story. Don't you want to hear the rest?" Agor asked.

"I want to, but is it going to do me any good?" Sam asked with a tired smile.

"You won't know until you do," Agor smiled. "Follow me. I'll take you somewhere private so we can talk."

Sam stood for a few seconds, then glanced at Trainer Roman, who nodded at him. He then followed Agor.

Trainer Roman watched him go before turning his attention back to the Geist Ferns, muttering the thought that appeared in his mind. "Being the brightest can sometimes leave you alone in the end."

Following Agor, Sam arrived at a shrine-like structure, where a huge stone floated on the altar with words carved into it.

"To understand this, you first need to grasp how the prophecy came to be and how it might be connected to you," Agor explained.

"Might be? So you're not sure?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.

"Don't get hung up on every little detail. Let me finish," Agor replied.

"Fine," Sam said, taking a seat opposite Agor. After his conversation with Lucy, everything seemed pointless to him.

He felt like his life was no longer in his control.

Right now, he had lost interest in everything, so he might as well hear what Agor had to say.

"It happened a long time ago, during an era when mages and heroes thrived under a single banner, the time when the true King of Arcane reigned supreme."

"The first King of Arcane was a hero with many gifts. His greatest gift was the ability to wield mana."

Sam's expression changed when he heard that. "He was..."

"Yes, he was like you, or rather, you are like him," Agor confirmed.

"He wasn't just the first king; he built Arcane. Everything you know today came from him. Mages and heroes originated from him... he was our progenitor."

"Many do not know this because our ancestors were very careful about what got recorded." "

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For many reasons, they erased the fact that our progenitor had the ability to predict the future. Now, I don't know what kind of ability that was, but the first prophecy came from him."

Agor waved his hand, and another stone appeared out of thin air. It was similar to the one on the altar but much older, yet the words carved on it were as new as if they had just been etched.

"I came to this world alone, and I shall leave it with nothing but regret, alone.

Yet, I see hope on the horizon; I see Him.

He shall possess all my powers; he shall correct all my mistakes.

He will accomplish what I have failed to do; he will sit upon the throne that is rightfully his, and Arcane shall kneel before him." Sam read the words carved into the stone.

"He left these words on his dying breath," Agor said.

"After his death, the loyal followers of the progenitor were determined to see his vision realized, leading to the creation of the High Order."

"The High Order? Is it some sort of secret society?" Sam asked.

"You could say that... The High Order safeguarded the true history from being completely obliterated while they searched for the person whom the progenitor designated to take his place," Agor explained.

"I don't understand one thing: why is it so important that his vision comes true? What did the progenitor regret so much?" Sam asked, wearing a confused expression.

"Ah... That regret is what started all this," Agor said, as if he understood the progenitor's feelings at the end of his life.

"The progenitor had two sons who weren't like him but were unique in their own ways. The eldest son was a hero rivaling his father's sword, and the second son was a mage standing on equal footing with his father."

"The progenitor loved his children equally, but only one could inherit his throne. The sons tried everything to sway their father's favor, but he wouldn't budge."

"In the end, the progenitor decided to let the people choose their next king, but this turned out to be a grave mistake."

"The sons turned the mages and heroes against each other in their bid for support. The eldest son became the Hero King, and the youngest crowned himself as the Mage King."

"It might have been acceptable if it had stayed that way, but the sons wanted the throne of Arcane for themselves to the extent that they even waged war against each other," Agor said with a sigh.

"Let me guess, neither side emerged victorious, and the animosity between mages and heroes continues to this day... Is that his regret?"

"Yes, the progenitor didn't live long enough to see the outcome of his sons' actions," Agor said.

"At one point, after his sons died, his grandchildren took their place. Unlike their fathers, they tried to undo this madness their father started."

"Let me guess again, it didn't work?" Sam interjected.

"Again, yes. Again, you are correct. The war claimed many lives, mages against heroes, heroes against mages. There was no way they were going to reconcile after that, but at the very least, the fighting stopped."

"I'm the only hero after the progenitor who can wield magic. I suppose you expect me to restore Arcane to its former glory by uniting mages and heroes?" Sam asked with a knowing smile.

"Well..."

"I understand. Just tell me, where do the saintesses fit into all of this?" Sam rolled his eyes, his impatience showing.

Agor looked at Sam knowingly, then sighed softly. "The only reason you're here is because you want to know about the Saintesses, isn't it? you don't care about the other stuff"

"Either you answer me or I'm leaving," Sam stated, his eyebrows narrowing with determination.

"Um, okay... As mentioned before, the first prophecy foretold this. After the war, life continued, and the High Order carried on with their duties."

"Over the last millennium, more than a dozen prophecies have arisen, and the High Order has diligently recorded each one," Agor explained, snapping his fingers to summon a dozen stones, each carved with inscriptions.

"Each of the prophecies was different, but the only common element among them was the mention of the anomaly," Agor said.

"The anomaly, the Hero with the ability to wield magic... me," Sam replied, clutching his head as if it were about to explode.

"Only the progenitor can be the hero with the ability to wield magic. Your ability to do so makes you an anomaly, thereby fulfilling the progenitor's prophecy," Agor continued.

"After that, almost every prophecy mentions the existence of the saintesses. Supposedly, the saintesses are the key to finding the 'person'."

"How exactly?" Sam asked, narrowing his eyes.

"The saintesses have the ability to sense the presence of other saintesses and the anomaly, but it doesn't end there. Some prophecies state that the saintesses, no matter how far apart they are, will always find themselves or end up in the life of the 'person'."

"... How do you find the saintesses then?" Sam inquired resting his face in his hand.

"The saintesses bear the birthmark of the anomaly. It resembles the roots of the divine tree."

"By fulfilling the other prophecies, are you fulfilling the prophecy the Progenitor left behind?" Sam asked.

"Basically, yeah. Any questions?" Agor replied, patiently waiting for Sam to speak.

He understood how overwhelming this must be for Sam. Anyone would have a hard time being suddenly introduced into a world of madness like this.

"Other than you, who else are the members of the High Order?" Sam asked, a resigned expression on his face.

"Your family, your maternal and paternal grandparents, the trainers, the, um, saintesses' families, some of the leaders of the noble clans... I will give you a list of members afterward," Agor said.

"Do the other members know that you're revealing all this to me? After all, this is one of the biggest secrets in the history of Arcane."

"We had already agreed that if it came to this, we would tell you everything. The saintesses already know about all this," Agor explained.

"Why didn't I know any of this? You obviously told everything to them. Why keep me in the dark?" Sam asked, frustration evident in his voice.

"The saintesses are the key to finding the person. We had to tell them. As for why we didn't tell you, it's because we weren't sure it was you. The saintesses were too young, and you were just beginning to show signs of the anomaly," Agor said.

"Also, your mother didn't want to burden you with this. She wanted to let you figure things out on your own," Agor added with a sigh. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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