"Prophet, huh."
Olivia watched as Louis's expression gradually grew complex.
To her, "prophet" was not a favorable term.
She could even say, prophecy felt more like a curse to her.
She hadn't forgotten that her uncle had left her mother because of a prophecy.
Hero Max, the only unofficially recognized hero, had become a hero acknowledged by all the nations.
Heh, sounds great, doesn't it? But he's dead, isn't he?
So when she heard Louis say this, she instinctively felt unease.
Seeing Olivia's discomfort, Louis let down her tied-up hair, brushed against her face, and said:
"Don't worry, I'm not a prophet; such signs appearing to me might not be because of a prophecy."
He spoke softly, reminding her, "It could also be a top-tier strong presence consciously guiding me."
"With your current strength, what kind of strong presence could still influence you?"
