"Ah, you're wondering what I know. I know that for the other saviors, this is just a game. So, they wouldn't bother sitting down and talking to us 'NPCs,' would they?" Lady Rael said with a smile. "Don't worry, only Sir Zephyrion and I are aware of this fact for now. Since I received the divination about the saviors' arrival, it's only natural."
"I see," Arlon replied, his mind racing. He knew some things from the future, but not everything.
Especially since the Trion government had already fallen apart in the last timeline once people realized it wasn't a game.
"But I think you knew this wasn't a game, just like you knew about the tournament," Lady Rael continued. "I don't know how, but I'm assuming we're lucky to have you. So, I'm actually here to make you an offer."
"What kind of offer?" Arlon asked, his tone cautious. "I might have to reject it if it's impossible or something too burdensome."
