Ronan walked over, maintaining a calm demeanor as he spoke, "Well, your vision must be terrible, I’ve never felt as awful as I do now."
"Everything will pass, my dear Damien."
The White Bear extended a fuzzy bear paw, gesturing to Ronan, with a slight smile on its somewhat endearing, silly face, "As the Child of Destiny, all you need to do is always maintain a good mindset.
Worse is yet to come, you’ll get used to it slowly over time..."
"Is this how you, as a Prophet, comfort people?"
Ronan frowned, not continuing the discussion on this topic further with Prophet Eve.
He sat down on the ground in front of the White Bear and spoke, "You called me here, it must be because there’s news about the Awakening Snake?"
The White Bear nodded, "That’s part of it."
The White Bear slowly got up, walked to the side to pick up a few dry logs, and threw them into the burning fireplace, then said to Ronan, "These past years, the offspring of the Alba King have been fighting each other fiercely for the position of successor, everyone is gambling with red eyes.
I have chosen a suitable successor for you, you will represent the Destiny Pendulum and my will as a Prophet, joining this struggle amongst them.
By then, you can easily get what you want, of course, there will also be a price... ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩
Trouble, you’ll inevitably get caught in trouble sooner or later, it’s better to be more proactive and gain enough benefits before trouble comes.
Do you think this is right?"
Ronan pondered slightly, the flames burning in the fireplace casting an orange-red glow on his pale profile.
What Prophet Eve suggested was not too different from what he had initially planned, Ronan had already prepared accordingly.
"Which member of the Alba Royal Family do you want me to support in the fight for the throne?"
The White Bear smiled and handed him a half-transparent crystal ball.
Some images flashed through the crystal ball, and upon clearly seeing a certain figure in the image, Ronan’s expression froze, an indescribable emotion showing in his eyes.
He nodded, shifted his gaze from the crystal ball, and then spoke, "So, what’s the second thing?"
"I have fabricated a new identity for you outside."
The White Bear said, "Until you have fully grown to sway the outcome of this calamity, some necessary disguise is still needed.
Ronan frowned, "After the Trial of the Stone of Destiny, there are already many who know my identity, right?"
"How many do you think many is?"
The White Bear couldn’t help but chuckle, "In that small circle you can reach in the Spirit Lake Deep Sea?
Or those little ones who were defeated by you back then?"
"Having orchestrated the Trial of the Stone of Destiny, I naturally made corresponding preparations long ago, from the moment you stepped into this room three years ago, your appearance has already begun to blur and fade in the minds of some people..."
"Of course, even I can’t ensure everything is foolproof, information will eventually get out."
The White Bear shrugged, saying, "But hearing about your rumors and seeing you in person are quite different things.
Incorrect information will guide some ill-intentioned people in the wrong direction, as long as it misleads a small part of them, this method can be considered successful.
I said, this is just a simple disguise, the focus is not on making others unaware of your true identity, but on making them realize it...a bit more slowly.
My dear Damien, what you lack the most now is time..."
The White Bear let out a sigh.
Ronan thought for a moment, then asked, "What is the false identity you arranged for me?"
The White Bear snapped its fingers crisply, a brilliant smile on its face.
"I really liked the false identity game you played in the Trial of the Stone of Destiny, it truly added a lot of fun for me.
You will keep using this name.
The Tyron family has a rather enduring family legacy, which happens to make your astonishing Talent seem more reasonable.
This name also carries an inseparable blood feud with the Ancient Witch Extermination Society...there really isn’t a more suitable identity for you to present to the outside world!
Oh, by the way, rest assured, I’ve already communicated with the people of the Tyron family, and they don’t mind at all, they even feel honored...so you really don’t need to have any psychological burden."
Ronan fell silent, Misha’s vibrant face subconsciously flashing in his mind.
He shook his head, raised his head, and asked, "Besides these two things, is there anything else?"
The White Bear squinted, its expression seeming to become slightly more serious.
It looked into Ronan’s eyes, the crisp, melodious voice of a young girl resonating in Ronan’s ears word by word, "Are you really not intending to look at...the prophecy about your future death?"