I materialized a sci-fi fortress in a magical world.

Just as Seresina was beginning to give up on herself, her vision, which had been completely dark, suddenly returned to normal, and a bright light appeared.

To her surprise, she found herself safely at the entrance to the divine realm, with two enormous golems standing not far in front of her, like guardians of the entrance.

Serishina breathed a huge sigh of relief and quickly suppressed her panic.

This golem, which seemed illogical no matter how you looked at it, gave her an unparalleled sense of security.

"It seems I've established some kind of connection with that divine realm, or perhaps received some kind of protection from that deity, who guided me to the entrance... He must be quite welcoming of my arrival?"

Selene swayed and quickly 'swam' to the feet of the two golems.

"Huh? I don't think I've seen anything like this before. It's all green, like a big green bell pepper, but why is its eye now a single red eye?"

As she savored the new golem, she ventured deeper into the town and soon returned to the café.

Then she discovered that someone had already arrived?

The person was shrouded in a thin mist, making it difficult to discern their features and clothing. One could only sense that they were a simple young man with a clear and pure aura.

They couldn't detect any power fluctuations emanating from him, but through their occult intuition, they could tell that he posed no threat or hostility.

Serishina majored in mysticism and reached the eighth level. Her mystical intuition was even more accurate than ordinary sight and hearing, making it virtually impossible for her to make a mistake.

The other person didn't seem to notice her arrival and was still scribbling on the draft paper, which made Seresina nod and quietly take a few steps closer.

As a leader of a school of thought, she loved seeing young people studying diligently and couldn't bear to disturb their concentration.

"Huh? He seems to be working out my formula?"

Celishina's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the contents of the draft paper.

"He's practicing my meditation method, and he's already reached the second-order formula. He'll soon master my unique divination method..."

"What exactly is going on?"

Serishina sensed that the young man was full of contradictions and mysteries.

How did he obtain my meditation method? There's no such person in my school...

My intuition tells me that he must be a beginner, and probably hasn't even mastered deep meditation yet. So how did he enter the void?

For superhumans below the fourth rank, wouldn't their thoughts and consciousness dissolve the moment they enter the void?

How did he get to such a deep place? Even putting aside those void monsters, how could his consciousness withstand the cold and erosion of the deep void?

It's incredible!

Serishina's mind was filled with a multitude of questions, and then she threw out a bold guess—

Could he be... a favorite of that deity?

She was quite unfamiliar with the concept of "favored ones," because with the departure of angels and gods, there had been no favored ones in the world for more than two thousand years, and their existence could only be gleaned from fragments of records from the Church.

The only impression that the "Favored One" left on Celishina was that he was powerful and insane.

As the agents of the gods in the mortal world, they possess supreme power bestowed upon them by the higher realms, and perform deeds that mortals cannot comprehend. Yet, their lives are extremely short, lasting only a year or two at most, or a few months at least, before they fall as swiftly as shooting stars.

The world believes this is because the human body cannot contain those unknowable forces, while the Vatican explains it as a necessary sacrifice and a deserved redemption.

But the young man in front of Celisina seemed to be breaking this stereotype.

He was neither powerful nor mad; his handwriting on the draft paper was neat and clean, and his calculations were complete and rigorous.

"If he were in my school of thought, he would definitely be the kind of well-behaved student that teachers like."

As Celesina was making her mental comments, she saw the young man put down his pen, stretch, and then gulp down his drink.

Then he noticed her presence, quickly turned around, and said somewhat awkwardly:

"Hello..."

They seemed a little nervous, but not surprised, as if they already knew that other people would be coming.

Hello~

Serishina quickly waved her hand, then moved closer to the young man, pondering which question to ask first.

She had too many questions in her mind, and for a moment she didn't know what to choose...

In the end, I chose the most clichéd one, asking in a teacher's tone:

"Can you tell me your name?"

"You may call me... attendant."

After saying that, he looked up at the golden crown.

A close attendant?

Seresina knew this was definitely not a name, but a code, or even a hint, suggesting his relationship with the owner of this place.

"It seems my guess was right. He is indeed a chosen one of that deity. Although he looks quite different from the chosen ones that the Vatican speaks of, only this can explain why he is here."

Serishina pondered this in her mind, but quickly replied aloud:

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You can call me... the fortune teller."

"Diviner" is actually a colloquial term for "mystic". Many ordinary people do not know what mystics can do, they only know that they can perform divination, so they use this general term.

"May I sit here?"

Seresina pointed to the chair opposite the young man, which was exactly where she had sat last time.

"certainly."

As soon as Celesina sat down, a pink drink that she hadn't been able to drink last time appeared out of thin air in front of her, followed by two lines of golden text.

The line should be brighter, and it should read:

"You two talk first, so you can trust each other."

The other line was dimmer, like a whisper:

"If you are willing to provide him with some guidance and help him grow quickly, I will also pay you for it."

Serishina paused for a moment, then quickly replied:

"I do!"

While speaking, he secretly observed the young man's reaction. Seeing that the other party did not seem to hear his reply, he realized that this must be some kind of 'private chat'.

"very good!"

After another line of text appeared, the young man opposite seemed to have heard something as well. He nodded quickly, said something unintelligible, and then spoke to Celishina:

"Then please guide me, Grandma Fortune Teller."

Grandma... Grandma?!

Serishina suddenly felt as if she had been hit on the forehead by a sledgehammer, and she felt dizzy.

"How...how dare you call me that?"

"Isn't that inappropriate? Should we call her...Nanny?"

Serishina's chest heaved with anger, confirming that this silly boy couldn't possibly see her face clearly, otherwise why would he come up with such an outrageous nickname?

She's only 95 years old, and she looks even younger than the young girls in the school!