~ Chapter : 11.2 ~

The next day, Philomel visited the Imperial Institute of Magic located in the Magic building.

« Here is your tea. »

Humphrey, the wizard, set a cup of hot tea in front of the Princess.

« Thank you for the drink. »

Philomel, dressed in a delicate cape, replied brightly. The wizard watched the little princess drink the tea with delight. Humphrey was someone Count Pollan had introduced to her when she said she had a question regarding magic. She heard that he was originally a talented person at the Magic Tower but he changed his job lately.

« So, your highness, what intrigues you? I’ll tell you everything I know. »

« I read in a book that there is such a thing as magic…… »

Philomel had deliberately questioned, citing the fanciful magic of fairy tales that would mislead a child. It was a cover to hide the real problem.

« I think the author of the book exaggerated that. » Humphrey replied without hesitation.

After some time spent exchanging questions and answers, Philomel addressed the topic that intrigued him most.

« It would be great to have a book that tells us the future! »

« You mean like the Prophecy? »

« Yes! Come to think of it, I’ve only heard of Prophecy, but does such a book exist? ».

Humphrey rubbed his chin and chose his words carefully.

« You can say it exists, and you can say it doesn’t. »

« What do you mean? »

« The thing commonly called Prophecy is not a book that accurately records what will happen in the future. »

« Yes, it is. »

« But it is theoretically, practically impossible. »

Impossible?

Philomel’s expression crumpled on its own.

« You look disappointed. Yet, it’s true. A magical prediction made by a wizard has a myriad of possibilities. »

« And you, sir? »

Philomel, unable to shake off his lingering feelings, asked.

« The same is true of Faith’s prophecy. In fact, even your prediction is off by about 30%. In fact, it’s hard to say that the other 70% was completely correct. »

He spoke enthusiastically.

« Prediction is something you can say vaguely and say it came true when you go there and get a plausible result. Earrings on your ears, rings on your nose. Wasn’t it the prediction of a shooting star that fell yesterday on a theory that the wrath of God is falling from the sky? The temple is unnecessarily conservative, so ——. »

Oh, Humphrey covered his mouth with a stinging face.

« Oh dear, I never questioned the existence of God. When I talk about magic, there’s a bit of exaggeration. »

« So following Humphrey’s words, an object that could be a prophecy doesn’t exist. »

« That is, there are no objects? »

That’s right. Books sold on the market as so called prophecy are usually pure rubbish. Only a few of them are written by Divine Hall or the Wizard on the possibilities that they imagined. How can you predict the future unless being God. But Philomel already knew of such a book.

‘ Then what is this book? ‘ Philomel closed her lips.