The carriage rolled slowly over the cobblestone pavement, and through the window, I caught a first glimpse of the city. Magnificent buildings, tall towers, and intricate decorations magically drew my eyes. The architecture was breathtaking.
Everywhere I encountered the symbol of a campfire. I had no idea what it meant.
The carriage stopped, and filled with anticipation, I stepped out. The sight of the cathedral was simply breathtaking. It reminded me a little of my home in Germany.
As I walked through the massive wooden doors of the cathedral, I was greeted by an overwhelming sight. The subdued light from the stained glass windows painted intricate patterns on the stone floor. The high vaulted ceilings seemed to touch the sky, and the scent of incense filled the air. The whispers of the faithful blended into a gentle hum that permeated the silence.
I took out the letter my father had given me and looked for someone to whom I could explain my situation.
"You are Aldric, right?" asked a young priest in a brown robe, with a halo-like tonsure and a parchment in his hand.
"That is correct. But... has my arrival been announced?" I asked, confused. It was impossible for someone to have arrived before me. I left immediately after the banquet.
"Yes, your arrival was announced 260 years ago by a prophet named Markus," he explained.
"Oh, yes," I protested. "They also prophesied here: cheese sandwich..."
"3.14159, nuclear power plant, Boolean," the priest completed my random words and handed me the parchment.
On the parchment, there was only today's date, my name, and those words I had casually mentioned.
How can this be? Is my life predetermined?
The observer effect in quantum physics states that the behavior of subatomic particles is influenced once they are observed. Similarly, a prophecy in real life can influence a person's consciousness and decisions.
Once someone could observe my life, I no longer had the choice to decide differently.
"If you would now follow me," the priest urged me.
I was still taken aback. "Nuclear power plant" is written there, in the Isekai language. Just spelled out, so it can be pronounced similarly because there are no power plants or nuclear power in this world.
I followed the priest through numerous corridors with extremely high walls. Some paintings depicted Justus being burned for our sins.
So, Justus is the Isekai Jesus. And the campfire is an equivalent of the cross. Interesting.