This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Thor's first reaction upon hearing what the other person said was bewilderment.

Wait, can you see the future?

What they cared about wasn't black magic at all.

Instead, it is a vague and elusive "future".

However, it seems that the other party is adamant that he is John Farrell.

He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm so as not to let the other person see his panic and shock.

"Miss, I don't understand what you're saying," Thor said, trying to get more details from the other person.

The woman smiled dismissively.

"Do you still want to pretend?"

"I saw it all."

Thor's heart was in his throat.

It's unclear what the other party actually knows.

"What did you see?"

"I saw it..."

The other person paused.

"The fates of everyone around you have all changed."

fate?

What the hell is this thing?

Does the other party possess such powerful skills? They can even see fate.

"Fate? What fate?" Thor asked.

"The fate of Count Oscar, the fate of that dragon maid, the fate of Ysera."

"The fates of all of them were dramatically altered."

Fate alteration?

More and more new terms are emerging.

Thor interpreted this as a change in fate.

"Tell me, why did you hire someone to deceive Miss Saintess?"

Thor recalled how, in order to complete the system's task, he hired someone to act out a scene to trick Isela into dealing with the church's exterior walls.

This is terrible! Did the other side discover this as well?

"Speak up, or I'll kill you!"

Faced with a threat to their lives.

Thor, quick-witted, hurriedly said:

"This is all part of the plan."

"Part of the plan?"

Once he was sure the other person had calmed down, Thor continued:

"Didn't you say you wanted to change your destiny?"

"The future saintess will encounter danger."

"This is the only way I can save the saintess."

The other party was skeptical.

"Should we save her, or push her into the abyss?"

Thor felt a chill run down his spine.

I never expected that such a small action would lead to such a big consequence.

"How can I prove this to you?"

"Since you can see fate, why don't you go and see her current fate yourself? If you're not satisfied, you can just change it, right?"

He suggested that the other party do it themselves.

If you know someone else's fate, can't you just change it at will?

If the other party has such strong capabilities, why not just take action themselves?

"I'm not like you, John Farrell."

"I can only sense the bias or favor of fate."

The implication is that the other party seems to only see the extent of the change in fate.

Only a man named John Farrell could see the specific details of fate and correct them.

"Still unwilling to admit your identity, John?"

"If you ever dare to lie again..."

The blank spaces left in the other person's words.

This contains a significant warning.

Thor had no doubt whatsoever:

If the other party doesn't hear the words they want, the sharp blade will slash down on their neck.

"I'll ask you one more time, who are you?"

Should I claim the identity fraudulently or not?

Thor thought for a moment and instantly had the answer.

Such a historically significant figure, both famous and infamous, cannot be easily claimed.

"I swear on my life, I am not John Farrell."

He didn't believe the other person would actually kill him in a fit of rage.

If one were to impersonate this person, unexpected dangers might arise.

There was a moment of silence.

The other person fell into deep thought, and after a moment spoke, their tone tinged with pity.

"I never expected this, John."

"The kingdom's former pride, the most powerful dark mage."

"Now only a wisp of a soul remains, and it can't even remember who it is."

Thor: "..."

So the other party just assumed that he was John.

The only difference is between the ordinary John and the amnesiac John.

Nathor believed that the possibility of him being the reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang was not zero.

He could indeed claim to be the reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang, who suffered from amnesia.

However, there is a subtle detail in the woman's words that is quite intriguing.

Dark sorcerers are clearly the most evil mages at the bottom of the social hierarchy, yet John Farrell is the pride of the kingdom.

This contradiction is highly suspicious.

The other party gave up on pursuing this topic.

"Never mind, this is fine too."

I don't care about your memory.

The other person's voice came closer.

"Next, I'm going to ask you a question."

"That's all I care about."

Thor blinked, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"Okay, go ahead."

A cold, indifferent voice rang out.

"My fate, and His Majesty's fate."

"tell me."

Their fate? Thor knew nothing of such things.

Especially the woman behind him now.

He had no idea such a person existed.

As for Princess Enor's fate, he only knew the general outline, that she eventually unified the continent.

"Speak quickly."

The other party pressed further, and the knife on his neck had already left faint bloodstains.

Thor didn't refuse to speak.

He hasn't finished editing it yet.

"I'll give you three seconds."

"3......."

"2......"

"1......"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

Thor finally finished writing the story.

He cleared his throat and condensed a magnificent work into two sentences.

"In the future, His Majesty will be assassinated."

"And you will die in battle."

We need to make things sound more like a crisis.

In the other party's view, he, the great magician named "John Farrell," was one of the few people who could interfere with the fate of others.

If you really tell them that Aino will unify the continent in the future.

That crazy woman might be trying to eliminate the danger by killing herself on the spot, thus preventing Aynor's fate from being altered.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, the woman behind him fell silent.

This was not the result she wanted to hear.

A cold voice rang out.

I think you're lying to me.

"To be more specific."

Thor, certain that the other party could not verify the truth of the matter, spoke up:

"His Majesty will be assassinated by Duke Raphael in a year."

Duke Raphael is the name of a real villain in the story.

The use of real people's names enhances the story's credibility.

"You even know about Duke Raphael? You really are John Farrell..."

"And what was the result of the assassination?"

The woman's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Tell me quickly," the woman said, unusually eager.

Thor quickly replied:

"I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead."

"Your Majesty's aura is too powerful. I can only see countless golden dragons soaring around Your Majesty, but I can't see the specific results."

Thor raved wildly.

The flattering words did not provoke any resentment from the other party.

The other party quickly steered the conversation to the next topic.

"And what about me?"

"My future?"

The other party prioritized themselves over Enor.

This reminded me of the trembling hands of the person who had learned that Enor was going to die.

Combined with the opponent's formidable combat strength.

Thor had a general idea of ​​who the other party was.

Legend has it that Princess Enor in the story had a personal assassin.

Thor was unaware of the specifics of the abilities.

Thor only knew that this was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Of course.

The more this happens, the more you need to scare the other party.

"On the day His Majesty was assassinated, you fought against Duke Raphael's top warrior and were killed."

At that moment, the hand resting on Thor's shoulder tightened slightly, its meticulously manicured nails digging into his shoulder blade.

"You're talking nonsense. I could never die at the hands of someone like that."

"This is the future I see; all I see is your corpse."

Once Thor believed the other party had been deceived, he quickly added fuel to the fire.

He thought for a moment and described a touching moment of parting.

"To be honest, I also find it quite heartbreaking."

"At that time, in His Majesty's palace, you died before His Majesty's eyes, a dagger representing your pride embedded in your chest. His Majesty held you as you lay dying, tears streaming down his face and onto yours. With your last ounce of strength, you struggled to speak, but the words failed you. That night, His Majesty's cries echoed throughout..."

Thor's ramblings became increasingly outrageous, until he was interrupted by the other party.

"That's enough!"

Thor's clothes on his shoulders were torn to shreds.

The other side was furious.

It wasn't anger directed at Thor, but rather at his own fate and His Majesty's fate.

The fact that Thor could utter the name of Duke Raphael proves that there is something unusual about him.

"Then, John Farrell."

"Originally, you were on the same purge list as Duke Raphael."

Thor was stunned.

This is a list of people targeted for purge.

This is the real madwoman.

"Even if you are not entirely John, I still have reason to kill you."

"Do you want me to kill you?"

Thor shook his head slightly, signaling the other person to calm down.

"Of course not."

"it is good."

The other party anticipated this outcome.

"Next, don't turn your head."

Thor nodded to indicate that he understood.

The sword was removed from his neck.

He could feel the extraordinary power that had been plundered from him returning.

A vast amount of magic refilled his body.

Similarly, he checked the system and found that it had finally returned.

The other party had no idea about the system from beginning to end.

In other words, this system is actually a part of his extraordinary power?

He first sent out a probe.

The difference in strength between you and your opponent is too great to detect.

The system's response was too callous.

Fine.

Then, a jade token was handed to Thor over his shoulder.

"Take it."

Thor took the token.

The token, about the size of a palm, was entirely emerald green and square in shape. The inside of the token seemed to be engraved with magical circuits.

The other party's orders followed.

"Tomorrow, take this token and head to the city of Wilt."

Wirth, the capital of the Kingdom of Lancelot.

It is also the place where Princess Enor and Duke Raphael reside.

It brought together the most powerful people in the country.

"Take this token and go to Professor Isaac at Michael's Black Magic Academy."

"it is good."

Thor made the promise.

"So I'm asking him to be my apprentice?"

Thor is ready to hone his dark magic.

Unexpectedly, the other party laughed.

"You really are funny, John."

Thor didn't understand what was so funny about becoming an apprentice.

Although my talent is a bit lacking.

But having a master has nothing to do with talent, right?

The other person smiled and continued:

"You're going to be Professor Isaac's teacher."

"..."

Thor fell silent.

I?

To become the teacher of a professor of dark magic?

Who do I think I am?

"Listen, I've already said it."

"Perhaps the question of whether I am the reincarnation of John is still open to discussion."

"But right now, I'm really just a complete novice when it comes to dark magic."

Even if I really am the reincarnation of a great mage, it's not strange that I haven't recovered my full strength, right?

The other party seemed to have seen through everything, and sneered:

"Stop pretending, John."

"If you look down on Professor Isaac, I can understand it."

"I can introduce you to even more capable people."

Thor is numb.

It seems I have no choice but to accept it.

He asked tentatively:

What result do you want to achieve?

"I mean, what will happen if I don't teach them well?"

The other party said meaningfully:

"You know the consequences, John."

"..."

Thor probably understood.

"Fine, you've got a knife to my throat, you're in charge."

The atmosphere at the scene finally calmed down.

Thor changed the subject, and it was finally his turn to ask a question.

"So, with your infiltration skills..."

"Are you always monitoring everything I do at home?"

This kind of life made Thor feel very uneasy.

An arrogant and aloof voice rang out, the other party brimming with confidence.

"Hmph, John, do you think I'd fall for that?"

"You're trying to trick me into going in?"

"Your home must be covered with countless layers of dark magic arrays."

"Only the array you set up can make me completely unaware of the flow of magic."

Yes.

The flow of magic is imperceptible.

Because there was no black magic array set up at all.

"Let me guess what kind of magic array you set up."

Hypnosis? Mind control? Possession?

"Or is it all?"

Thor was terrified by the list of names that came out.

Is John Farrell's reputation really that bad?

But since this would make the other party behave, he was happy to do so.

"I didn't expect you to see through me," Thor said, feigning seriousness.

"I warn you, don't even think about plotting against me and His Majesty, or you will die."

Thor nodded.

I don't know any of these spells at all.

Even if you wanted to assassinate someone, you couldn't.

"So, I'll be gone for a few days and then I'll be back?" Thor asked.

"Until His Majesty permits."

"..."

This is an order from His Majesty.

"I see."

Thor knew he had no right to refuse.

"Can I bring my two dragon maids with me?"

"In principle, it's not possible," the other party replied calmly.

"Not in principle?" Thor understood. "So that means I can do it on my own."

"It's good that you know."

To put it simply, it is possible.

The surrounding environment immediately became calm.

There was no sound.

It took Thor about a minute to realize that there was no one behind him.

Looking back, the other person had already left.

Throughout the entire process, the other party did not reveal even a hint of murderous intent that could be detected.

But her threat was very real.

"Ugh, what bad luck."

Thor sighed helplessly.

We can only go back and discuss this further.