Chapter 56: The Oracle
“Haa, haa....”
While the Prodigy Selection Tournament was reaching its climax, the Ringaarden estate remained peaceful, unlike usual.
“Alright, perfect.”
Parsha, who had her face buried in the office desk, muttered with blood trickling from her nose, wiping it with her sleeve, her eyes bloodshot.
“Out of all possible outcomes, I’ve induced the most optimal flow.”
Next to her were things that would have made Whitney recoil in horror if he had seen them.
“I’ll probably be bedridden for weeks from now... Haha....”
For instance, traces of forged letters from the Count, which even fooled Whitney and Cecil, meticulously imitated the Count's handwriting and the magical seal known to be impossible to replicate.
And the bag of tricks originally meant for Lunelle, now right here.
“With this... Master will become the greatest in history....”
Parsha, pushing everything aside, was polishing Whitney’s photograph on the table with a satisfied smile, carefully wiping it with a handkerchief, even though her body looked like it might collapse at any moment.
“Parsha, it’s been a while.”