"If you couldn't read, how did you know what it was?" Veronica asked him.

  The elderly answered, "Every year on the birthday of the desert tribe leader, we leaders have to read one volume of the prophecy scrolls. There are 1500 scrolls. No leader was able to finish reading all the volumes."

  "Then, why read one volume every year?" Veronica was puzzled. "You can read all of them at once."

  He nonchalantly answered, "It is the rule set by the saint. Those who tried to break this rule died early."

  "Oh no!" she gasped.

  "So, what was written on the scroll?" Arthur butted in between the conversation.

  The leader of the desert tribe hesitated before answering this question, "The scroll mentioned the part when a blessed child will come and have a holy power to revive anything that belongs to nature."

  Arthur ended the rest of the sentence, "……And the blessed child is Veronica."

  "That's how it seems," his foster father didn't deny.

  Arthur's veins popped out, but he couldn't get mad. "And you knew it from the moment you saw her unusual silver hair, didn't you?"

  The elder's answer was instant as if he was prepared for this question, "I did. It's not hard to differentiate between a normal human and a blessed child, you know."

  "You sound like you have seen hundreds of blessed children," Arthur scornfully commented.

  The leader of the desert tribe rubbed his chin. "Well, it is vividly written how the blessed child would look like."

  Arthur remarked, "Let me guess, that's also in the scroll."

  "Aren't your intelligence unparalleled?" the leader of the desert tribe mocked his foster son.

  "Perfect," Arthur mumbled. He was totally pissed.

  He explained the whole situation, "Long story short, the kings of Riverhill and Synetia found out about the prophecy and they fought for this land thinking the blessed child would appear here. The one who will own the land will have the child. Unfortunately, before either of them could conquer this desert, the blessed child had arrived. Now they have sent their men to get her."

  The elderly nodded. "Yes, and that's why I told you not to get involved. But you two are now lovers." He finished with a sneer.

  Arthur inquired, "Was it written on the scroll as well?"

  "Scroll doesn't mention useless prophecies." His foster father scoffed.

  "I don't understand anything about this scroll and prophecy. And, a blessed child? Me? There must be some kind of mistake," Veronica finally opened her mouth. She looked anxious and confused.

  The leader of the desert tribe told her, "I know it's hard to accept such an annoying prophecy. I didn't even want to be a leader, yet here I am." He glanced at his foster son and commented, "I think the spy was from Riverhill. They are growing more powerful each day. They must be thinking of conquering the world."

  "I don't think it's that simple," Arthur shared his opinion. "And, I think I know who it is."