Chapter 96: Threads of Fate
"Little guy, your words are not wrong. In fact, from a certain perspective, they’re quite reasonable—very much on point," Sage Miletus said, visibly pleased with Illiya’s answer. "The future is inherently uncertain. What we divine is merely a possible branch, or one among many potential outcomes. If the future were fixed and unchangeable, then what would be the point of hard work?"
"What would those who struggle against the heavens, who resist the fates imposed upon them, even be then?"
"There are always people who place their hopes on the vague and elusive idea of fate. Sometimes, it’s downright pitiful."
Sage Miletus didn’t know who he was thinking of, but his expression suddenly softened with a kind of pity. Looking closer, there was also a faint trace of mockery in his eyes—perhaps a sneer directed at whoever or whatever he had remembered.
"And those people are all fools," Sage Miletus scoffed.
Illiya wisely closed his mouth at that moment.
Now was not the time for him to speak. Smart people always knew when to speak and when not to. And right now was definitely not the time.
Not long after, Sage Miletus emerged from his own thoughts. He glanced at the golden-haired elf standing beside him with his head slightly lowered, a look of mild distaste in his eyes.
Still clearly just a juvenile elf, yet already so smooth and tactful in his behavior? He should act his age, have the kind of temperament appropriate for his stage of life. Who taught him to be like this?