Heathcliff’s eyes narrowed at the cryptic words. “... Read the mysteries of the heavens?”

“Yes.”

It might sound strange, but the two of them knew what it meant in this situation. The phrase ‘reading the mysteries of the heavens,’ meant literally reading heavenly secrets in the Eastern tongue. It was a phrase that metaphorically pointed to ‘future work’, an area that those with predictive abilities knew about but didn’t want to commit to.

According to the long memories of Abe no Seimei, one of the greatest shamans in the east, reading the mysteries of the heavens was a taboo that shouldn’t be violated.

“So you have penetrated the essence of my magic.” However, Heathcliff didn’t respond to the request directly. He sighed heavily and scratched his head several times.

Theo nodded without saying anything. The White Tower Master Heathcliff’s unique ability wasn’t to control terrible storms, nor was it spells like Supercell. Instead, it was actually...