"The child in the prophecy?" Calystron was stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"Yes, I am the child in the prophecy. And…" Merlin frowned. "What's with that expression? Don't you believe I'm the child in the prophecy?"
Clear dissatisfaction crept into his voice.
Lyserra cast him a cold glance, and a chill instantly ran down Calystron's spine.
"W-Wait! Don't misunderstand! I just didn't expect you to be the child in the prophecy. After all, you shouldn't be the one," Calystron said in a panicked, fearful tone.
He had only just escaped that punishment and had no desire to be tortured by Lyserra again.
Merlin was taken aback by his words. "What do you mean I'm not the child in the prophecy?"
A guess surfaced in his mind, but he didn't dare voice it.
Calystron straightened his posture and explained, "You may not know this, but the prophecy about a child who would save the world from the Evil God Volgrath has existed for hundreds of years."
