Chapter 76: Memories
“You didn’t tell me it would be this boring.”
I didn’t know.
The boy of the first vision was a few years older now, and had given up the open-air setting of the first memory for a large, grand stone building. He was wearing better clothes, having moved from rough-spun fabric to something not all that dissimilar from the outfits Tulland had seen clerics wear in their day-to-day work.
“I thought you knew everything,” the boy said.
I never claimed that. When I gave you this class, it could have been anything. I didn’t predict… that.
The System’s perception turned towards the outside of the building, where a growing line of people was just becoming illuminated by the rising sun. They were all excited, impatient, or some mix of both feelings.
“It’s not that big of a deal. I don’t get why they treat it like it is.” The boy plopped down on a stone pew. “I’ll be stuck here all day helping them. And for what? To give them some word of advice on their class that they could have figured out themselves?”
You underestimate your own value. The advice you are giving them is priceless. Without you, they have no option but to root around the dark, hoping to find a pearl. Your class shines a light on the proper way forward.
“Proper.” The boy scoffed. “You know I’m guessing.”