The rarity of the talent for "Divination" far exceeds that of magic power talent.
Yet, in this single classroom, more than eight individuals possessing this talent had appeared simultaneously.
Moreover, these eight were merely the ones who had manifested their talent tonight.
Hidden among the rest, there were likely quite a few others who simply hadn't found the "feeling" yet.
Professor Medea first lit up the first star. "So, Sarah Swati, you go first."
But after Sarah stood up, she hesitated for a long time. "Professor, divination is a very private matter."
Professor Medea blinked and remarked casually, "No, what you are seeing right now doesn't count as divination yet, unless you can be like Eudora."
Eudora, who actually knew nothing about her own divination, couldn't help but look at Sarah blankly.
Sarah gave her a sideways glance before looking up. "Alright then. I saw the night curtain surging, like a tide irrigating the land. It is a time when the winds rise and clouds gather; I fear a calamity is approaching in the near future."
Professor Medea clapped her hands. "Very good. Daring to make a judgment is a necessary quality for a prophet. Although there are many interpretations for this phenomenon, a prophet must first believe in their own prophecy. If you don't even believe your own prophecy, it is impossible to make others believe it. Therefore, I think you need to start preparing to survive this calamity."
Sarah: "Uh..."
Medea: "Next! Emma Metis."
Emma stood up sluggishly. She didn't know how Professor Medea had noticed that she had some foresight. Clearly, that feeling had been incredibly faint; even she didn't know if it was just blurred vision or something else.
But since she had been called by the professor, she had to say something.
She pondered and said, "Professor, I saw a shining Venus—or perhaps a gold star. Maybe it's a display of financial fortune. Well, I mean, actually, my financial luck has always been pretty good."
Professor Medea tapped her wand lightly, smiling. "That is truly enviable."
Emma tentatively sat back down. Finding that the professor didn't make her stand up to reinterpret, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At this moment, having learned nothing yet, she really didn't know how to "prophesy."
"So, next..."
The little Magisters watched with eager eyes as the "ones who glimpsed fate" were called up one by one, the envy in their hearts practically written on their faces.
But the students who were named were all extremely troubled.
Because they hadn't truly observed fragments of the future like Eudora had; they had merely seen the shallowest of omens.
Relying solely on such slight changes in the night curtain projection to make a decent "prophecy" was obviously asking too much.
The "interpretations" spoken after being named were mostly products of racking their brains, imitations made based on their impressions of prophets.
But this was actually Professor Medea's requirement.
Relying on limited information to make specious deductions.
That was about it.
"Robert Broheim."
Professor Medea called Robert's name.
But after Robert stood up, he appeared extremely agitated.
He gestured incessantly with his hands as he spoke, "I saw blood! Professor. Perhaps I will face a bloody calamity recently... Oh, heavens! The blood and corpses Eudora spoke of—I'm not one of them, am I?"
"Relax, Broheim." Professor Medea blinked. "What you need is to go to bed on time, stay healthy, and don't get a nosebleed."
Robert stood with his mouth half-open, unable to speak for a long time.
Professor Medea tapped her wand lightly, signaling him to sit. "Alright, next."
Following Robert, a student from the Fool's House was also forced to stand up and answer.
It was unclear what exactly he "saw," but after standing up, he stammered for a long while and finally sat back down without making anything clear.
He seemed to be the type who couldn't speak under the gaze of many people.
For this type, if they wanted to take up the profession of a prophet in the future, it would likely be very difficult.
However, it is heard that there are also types who live behind the "scenes," never showing their faces or contacting guests, merely having servants pass on their prophecies to maintain a sense of mystery.
After Professor Medea said a few words to help him calm his emotions, she pointed to the eighth star shining tonight.
"Next, Rose Flotly. Interpreting the future from omens time and time again is the fate of us prophets."
Although Rose had already guessed she would be called, she was still quite nervous.
She subconsciously looked at Diana beside her, wanting to draw strength from her best friend's eyes.
Diana was always so brave; it actually made Rose very envious.
"You can do it!"
Diana clenched her fist and whispered.
Rose took a shallow breath and looked toward the podium.
Under the gaze of all the students, a blush still couldn't help but surface on her face.
However, once she began to speak, her tone was fairly smooth.
She said, "Professor, I saw gradually increasing myriad stars from that night curtain. But I don't know what that signifies."
Professor Medea said in a gentle tone, "Don't be nervous. Think carefully about what is in your heart; that will guide you to make the correct interpretation."
Rose hesitated slightly, remaining silent for a long while.
Diana hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand and whispered, "Just make it up! Just make something up casually!"
Rose couldn't help but lower her head to look at her, her eyes gradually widening.
Diana hurriedly made eye signals.
Only then did Rose hesitate and speak, "If the myriad stars represent prayers, perhaps it signifies that my wishes will come true one after another?"
Professor Medea encouraged, "Be a bit more confident. That is a very good prophecy, isn't it?"
"Mm!" Rose nodded slightly harder, then sat down at Professor Medea's signal.
"Now then, let us look for the ninth star that lights up tonight..."
Professor Medea waved her magic wand, drawing a line of fluorescent light, and then pointed at the students below the podium one by one.
Every student she pointed to showed a trace of excitement and nervousness, but the magic wand eventually moved away from them.
Finally, after circling for a long time.
Medea suddenly twitched her brow, noticing a trace of strange fluctuation.
Then she abruptly shifted her gaze, moving instantly from the direction where Virt Gold sat to the direction of Dark Demon.
The silver moon deep in her eyes faded quickly, avoiding the fate of being blinded by the light.
Professor Medea had always been paying close attention to this suspected "Child of the Stars."
If the ninth star tonight was him, then it would be a logical matter of course.
"So, Dark Demon, have you seen anything from tonight's moon?"
Dark was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but look at the projection of the night curtain on his desk. Certain that he didn't see anything at all, he couldn't help but stand up and say, "Professor, I didn't see anything at all."
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