Grandfather...
Looking at the white-bearded old man whose expression became somewhat cautious, Fredri involuntarily opened her mouth, but seemed momentarily at a loss on how to respond, so she pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.
"I see..."
Gazing at the "granddaughter" in front of him, the white-bearded old man nodded slightly, indicating he understood, then smiled rather helplessly:
"I wondered why I felt I was suddenly dominated just now, directly knocked over, and your silly brothers started causing all sorts of chaos; turns out it was all your doing.
By the way, Fredri, since you are different from the past, then the legends left by the ancestors are true? The sanctuary will bring hope to the Saint? And the essence of hope itself..."
"The essence of hope itself is the future Saint, and the will of the current Saint will permanently exchange with her future self, receiving revelations from the future."
