Faced with Medea's questioning, Rasul admitted without hesitation:
"That's right."
"How did you do that?" Medea asked immediately.
As long as the other party explains the method of manipulating Emperor Otto's mind, there is a high probability that Medea's ritual mission will be completed, and she will be able to successfully master the law of "manipulation"!
However, even though she was sure that her mind had not been read and that there was nothing wrong with her acting, Rasul seemed to see through her thoughts and smiled cunningly:
"Want to know? Let's make a deal."
"What do you want?" Medea thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "You want me to convince Mi'er to accept your inheritance?"
Mi'er's face looked a little ugly. After all, she was well aware of the power of Medea's brainwashing, but Rasul quickly denied it.
"No." He smiled and said, "I want you to form an alliance with Mi'er and the others in the future."
"Alliance?" Medea repeated as if to confirm.
"That's right, alliance." Rasul pressed the golden apple on the counter.
In an instant, the surroundings darkened. The four people stood in the dark room, but strangely they could see each other's faces clearly.
A shining line stretched rapidly from one end of the room to the endless other side, as if there was no end.
Soon this line was magnified, and everyone saw that this "line" was actually composed of countless lines entangled together.
"Under the observation of the Fruit of Eden, the convergence of the future lines can be confirmed." Rasul said this, holding up the right hand of the Fruit of Eden and pointing to the future extended by these lines.
Immediately, countless images flashed before the eyes of the three girls, all of which depicted their future selves, which were the so-called prophecies.
Medea read these images eagerly, trying hard to remember them in her heart, but the moment each image flashed by, it was completely forgotten from her mind.
"Those who don't master the laws of destiny cannot understand and remember the future even if they read it," Rasul said slowly, and the flickering picture disappeared again. "But I can interpret part of it for you in words."
"All the major conflicts in your team are centered on Ask. Although he hasn't let down his guard yet, he is indeed gradually integrating into this world from being a passer-by outside of fate."
"Until a certain conclusion in the future, he will truly accept his fate. Then, when faced with your love, what choice will he make? Judging from the number of future lines diverging, the probability that he will choose Nora in the end is the highest."
"Why?" Medea said with a dark face, "Because her family is rich?"
"That's right." Rasul admitted unexpectedly, "But it's not that your leader is snobbish, but that Nora can make full use of her own advantages and use various means to bind him to her side."
"So, this is why you want me to form an alliance with Mi'er? To fight against Nora?" Medea sneered, "How can I be sure that you are not trying to sow discord?"
"Because this is not an attempt to sow discord." Rasul still had a cold smile, "It's the truth."