Hearing the question, Lewis immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
Cold sweat began to form.
He suddenly realized—she might already know something.
If that was the case, then her unusually proactive meeting made perfect sense.
As expected of Jaina—the brilliant archmage who once stirred the tides of fate. Even in this world, her sharpness and insight remained terrifying.
But Lewis had already planned to reveal the truth sooner or later.
And since she had noticed something was off…
Considering that Jaina had always been a rational and kind person—someone trustworthy—
Then perhaps now wasn't a bad time to come clean.
Lewis took a deep breath and spoke seriously.
"Since you're asking this, Sister Jaina, I assume you already have your suspicions."
"That's right. What I used… was the power of Frostbolt."
As if to prove it, Lewis casually picked up a small table knife and flicked his wrist.
A layer of frost instantly formed along the blade.
Jaina could clearly sense the familiar arcane structure—the spell model—condensing along its edge.
"To attach Frostbolt to a weapon… that's an extraordinary casting technique."
Even she couldn't help but admire it.
"It's nothing worth mentioning," Lewis said with a faint smile, dispersing the spell with a wave of his hand.
Then he looked at her.
"But I'm curious… how did you figure it out? You didn't even see the body."
That was what puzzled him the most.
Jaina smiled faintly.
"I've studied ice magic for many years. I'm intimately familiar with its properties and traces. Aside from what you just demonstrated—that part is beyond me—I can recognize everything else."
Hearing that, Lewis immediately believed her.
After all, in her original world, Jaina was a master of frost magic—her control over spells like Blizzard and Frost Nova was legendary.
Frostbolt itself was practically her basic attack.
Since she was being honest, Lewis stopped hiding anything.
"Sister Jaina, I'm not surprised you figured it out. In fact… I know more about you than you might expect."
He then explained everything.
His theory about the events eleven years ago, the idea of people crossing into this world, and his so-called ability to "observe other worlds."
From Arthas… to betrayal… to the Scourge sweeping across Azeroth…
When he finished, Jaina fell silent.
Her expression was one of shock—but also something else.
Something complicated.
"Lewis… I have to admit," she said slowly, "your knowledge of me is far beyond what I expected. It's almost as if you truly witnessed my entire life."
She paused, then added,
"For a moment, I almost thought you were a Bronze Dragon watching me."
Lewis understood the implication immediately.
Bronze Dragons—the guardians of time, watchers of countless timelines.
Jaina steadied herself and continued.
"However, I must point out… there are a few inaccuracies in your account."
"For example—I was never in a relationship with Arthas."
Lewis froze.
"…What?"
"He did pursue me," Jaina said calmly. "But at the time, I was completely absorbed in a mysterious spellbook. I had no interest in mundane emotions."
Lewis's expression mirrored her earlier shock.
A different timeline?
But what came next surprised him even more.
"Still," Jaina continued, "your overall account aligns closely with my experiences. So I believe your 'world observation' ability… and your theory about crossing worlds."
"However, my arrival here wasn't random."
She slowly took out a beautifully crafted book.
"It's because of this."
"I became obsessed with it… missed Arthas because of it… and when I tried to use its power to save Lordaeron, I was brought into this world."
So this book… was the key.
Lewis's gaze sharpened.
"Sister Jaina… may I take a look?"
"Of course."
She pushed it toward him without hesitation.
"But it's useless," she added. "Since arriving here, it's sealed itself. I can't open it anymore, no matter what I try."
Lewis picked up the book.
The moment his eyes fell on the emblem on its cover—
His expression changed instantly.
At its center was an eye.
Surrounding it were four star-like points.
On either side were two books, inverted symmetrically.
This symbol…
This symbol shouldn't exist here.
Why was it on this book?
Lewis looked up sharply.
"Sister Jaina… what's the unlocking incantation? I might have a way."
"That's impossible," she said with a soft laugh. "I've tried everything—every decoding method, every revealing spell, from both my world and this one. Nothing works. I'm convinced the 'incantation' has nothing to do with conventional magic."
Seeing Lewis's insistence, she sighed.
"Fine. If you really want to try… I'll tell you."
"The so-called incantation… is the emblem itself."
"I see."
Lewis immediately understood.
But he needed confirmation.
"How did you obtain this book? Did you ever investigate its origins?"
Jaina rested her chin on her hand, thinking.
"My teacher once told me that when I came of age, I could choose any magical item from Dalaran's vault as a gift."
"When I entered the vault… this book appeared on its own."
"He didn't know its origin either. The mages only knew it contained immense power, but no one could open it—so it remained sealed."
"But I could."
"I could read it… though only parts suitable for my level each time."
"So I chose it."
She smiled faintly.
"It taught me many secrets."
"I even showed it to Prince Kael'thas once."
"He said the materials of the cover and pages mostly came from Kalimdor… and some of the runes dated back to the ancient Night Elf Empire before the Sundering."
"They are descendants of that empire, so he could barely recognize them."
"So I believe… this book originated from the ancient elven civilization, over ten thousand years ago."
Ancient Kalimdor.
The elven empire.
The Sundering.
And this emblem.
Lewis slowly pieced it together.
He finally understood everything.
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