"You said that I was always the creator," muttered Arthur with newfound doubt as he squinted at the guardian. "You now tell me that my father made sure I was the creator? How can any human do that?"
"That is not something I dared nor demanded to know," said Jizo with a shake of his head. "Your father had his ways of doing things that no one could understand. How did he know which fissure to use in order to travel through time?"
"Are you saying that he had some knowledge that not even the Scholar Guardian had?" asked Arthur with confusion. Jizo shrugged without giving a reply, making Arthur frown. "He is nothing but a lunatic."
"Your father might be the smartest human I have ever met," the scholar said, stating the cold-hard truth. "He was calculating and decisive. Nothing was out of reach for him, not even the gods. If he wanted to achieve glory, there were better ways to do that."
"Then, what is his goal?"
