Bab 735: 734. The Imperial Welcome

"Greetings, traveler… from another world." 

"You are?" Sylvester inquired and stepped further into the room. "I don't take kindly to those who sneak behind my back."

"But I'm right in front of you," the feminine voice came, and the woman walked towards him. "Is that hair real?" 

Sylvester nodded and folded his arms. "What of it?" 

"An Imposter, bearing the looks of your own," she replied, taking off her hood from her head. "I am Oracle of the Empress, Sylvester Maximilian. You have been prophesied more than the end of the world—The history speaks of your descriptions, and the ancient scriptures foretell your great purpose." 

'No wonder they were desperate to find me.' Sylvester didn't say anything and waited to look at her face, wondering if this was the person he was looking for.