Hearing this question, Yuto paused slightly, then gently shook his head.
"If what you mean by 'foreseeing the future' are those images and fragments that occasionally flash through my mind... then yes, I do."
"But if it's the kind of ability to know a large chunk of the future in advance..."
Yuto gently shook his head, "Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed; I don't have that kind of ability."
Five hundred years of life had long taught Yuto the skill of lying without preparation, without blushing or a racing heart.
He certainly couldn't let the Traveler know about his special nature so easily, after all... even if he told her now, he could only be vague, making things even more suspicious.
From a long-term perspective, he might as well wait until he unseals the Immortal Spirit's power before discussing this.
This way, he could not only gain more popularity points but also have an explanation for this ability, which was his most basic idea.
Hearing this, Furina nodded slightly, acknowledging Yuto's statement, and then asked:
"By the way, the Fatui's goal in these seven nations is to retrieve the god's heart. So, the god's heart of Fontaine...?"
"Negotiations are scheduled for tomorrow. We'll decide whether to hand over the god's heart to them based on the situation then."
Before the Traveler could finish, Yuto said calmly, as if this matter was an insignificant trifle to him.
However... in a way, it was true.
After all, the power within the god's heart had been completely exhausted, leaving only an empty shell. For Fontaine... such a thing seemed to have no value.
But this was the Water God's possession after all, so why would Yuto choose to give it away?
As if noticing the hint of confusion gradually forming in the Traveler's golden eyes, Yuto took a sip of tea and then spoke:
"You and the Vanguard have a close relationship, so I suppose I can tell you about this."
"Through some rather special channels, I received a... very reliable piece of information: the god's heart is also known as the skeleton of the 'Third Descender'.
Everyone, when they exist in this world, will more or less form bonds with it, and when that person dies, these bonds turn into curses.
According to Ritou's statement, this thing might truly be inauspicious, so... I plan to use it as a diplomatic chess piece to exchange for resources and to restrain the Fatui."
Yuto smiled slightly, offering his explanation.
Hearing this, the Traveler and Paimon went into a daze; it was their first time hearing such a theory.
"The Descender's skeleton... things are getting more and more complicated..."
The Traveler lowered her head slightly, her thoughts spinning, finding it difficult to digest this information all at once.
"S-skeleton?! Ugh... I feel like I've heard something incredible..."
Yuto shrugged noncommittally, then looked at the Traveler, who was deep in thought, and continued to ask:
"Is there anything else that needs to be handled? If not... I'll take you to get those things now."
Yuto's words directly pulled the Traveler out of the vortex caused by the information overload. She paused for a moment before asking:
"What do you know about Natlan? What kind of nation is it?"
"It seems this is the end... the questions are all within expectations, thankfully..."
Yuto secretly thought to himself, then switched into his performance mode—even if he knew, he would pretend not to.
"I'm very sorry, my work is quite busy, and I rarely leave Palais Mermonia, let alone Fontaine."
"However... I had some exchanges with Natlan's envoys before. Their attire is quite fashionable; it feels like they are a nation at the forefront of trends."
"Of course, it's also the nation of dragons, with all sorts of dragons, big and small, but as for the specific situation... how many types of dragons there are... I'm not sure."
Yuto shook his head, sounding a bit helpless.
...
Just as Yuto had expected, after asking about Natlan, the Traveler left Palais Mermonia, not even having time to take the pastries.
Watching their receding figures, Yuto gently sighed, not calling out to them.
"Never mind... I'll give them the pastries when they come to Palais Mermonia next time. Anyway, they won't spoil anytime soon."
"If worst comes to worst... I'll have Sedna find a Melusine specifically responsible for this task to deliver them. I can't trouble the little ones every day..."
Yuto gently shook his head, seemingly a bit speechless at their single-minded thinking, then leaned back in his chair, seemingly "fatigued," and rubbed his temples with a headache.
—As if meeting these people for half a day had exhausted all his strength.
But... was this true?
Would Yuto, who usually maintained high-intensity work, truly feel fatigued just from meeting a few people consecutively today?
The answer was no.
What bad intentions could Yuto have? He merely wanted to see how Furina would react to his behavior.
That was all.
And Furina also noticed Yuto's state. She leaned over with some concern and asked softly:
"What's wrong? Are you... tired?"
Yuto nodded "weakly," then quietly grumbled:
"I am a bit tired, but it's fine, not anything particularly serious—"
Before Yuto could even finish the last word, Furina gently moved her chair next to Yuto's, then gently moved Yuto's head.
Yuto, in a state of complete relaxation, naturally... rested his head on Furina's lap, and the two looked at each other, one above and one below.
"I, I heard... this method helps relieve fatigue... so, I wanted to try and see if it could help you."
"After all, I've finished reviewing all the resumes, and I don't really understand much about paperwork... this is all I can do."
Furina lowered her head slightly, looking at Yuto, who was resting on her lap with a hint of surprise, and said with a blush.
Perhaps even she herself didn't know that her personal boundaries regarding physical contact were gradually being lowered within these short four days.
From holding hands at the beginning to the current embraces, it was evident that Furina's feelings for Yuto were being released little by little during this period.
If more time passed... what would happen between these two was truly unimaginable.
Feeling the soft touch from the back of his head, Yuto's brain momentarily crashed. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a phrase:
—Today's match, Yuto's defeat.
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