The white-haired woman nodded as if she knew what Ackster was thinking.
"That's right. I'm the one who's been keeping track of you and telling Wilma where to go."
Although Ackster had guessed it, he couldn't understand it.
"...How?"
"That's a long story. But rather than seeing you, I guess you could say that I've been looking at your influence—the ripples you've caused in the river of time and the potential changes you can cause with your power."
Ackster tilted his head. He understood what she was saying. What he didn't understand was how it was possible. It didn't sound like something possible with mana, a technique of some kind, or even a unique skill.
"It is with this ability that I founded and raised the Adventurer's Guild of today, if that helps you put it into perspective."
"But how—Wait, founded?!"
Ackster looked at the white-haired woman. He had already guessed that she wasn't ordinary.
