The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 747 A Destiny Shrouded in Mist

"Is the taste agreeable?" Nolan inquired.

"Mhmm! It is quite delicious! I never imagined cotton candy could possess such a delightful flavor," Sylvia responded, savoring the treat in her hand.

A gentle smile played on Nolan's lips as he remained silent. His eyes scanned the surroundings, eventually settling on a modest stall to the right of the bustling street.

The stall was not large; in fact, it was rather small. Nevertheless, it exuded an air of cleanliness and simplicity.

"Let us visit that stall," Nolan suggested, indicating the small establishment with a nod.

Sylvia followed his cue, offering a slight inclination of her head. The pair proceeded towards the stall.

In contrast to the other vendors, this particular stall was draped with black cloth on both its left and right flanks, leaving only the front exposed.

Within, a figure cloaked entirely in black stood, obscuring their features.

"Welcome to my humble fortune-telling stall, esteemed young patrons. Kindly inform me what you seek to uncover," the enigmatic man's voice echoed.

"A fortune-telling stall, you say?" Nolan's eyebrows arched subtly. He glanced upward, searching for any discernable signage, but found none.

It was no wonder the booth appeared deserted; the majority of people tended to shun fortune-tellers, viewing them as nothing more than charlatans.

However, having come this far, Nolan harbored no objection to ascertaining whether this mysterious individual was a fraud or possessed genuine foresight.

'Kindly unveil my future,' Nolan requested, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Enlighten me on the events destined for me in the span of the next century.'

The enigmatic man inclined his head. He retrieved a crystalline orb of a deep purple hue and placed it upon the table before him.

Resting both hands upon its surface, he closed his eyes, murmuring strange, unintelligible incantations.

After a brief interval, the crystal ball began to emanate a soft luminescence, which gradually intensified.

Sylvia observed the unfolding spectacle with wide-eyed wonder, inquiring, "Brother Nolan, is such fortune-telling truly viable?"

The Tower of Silence stood as the nexus of magical prowess, a birthplace for countless formidable mages.

Yet, even within such a hallowed ground, Sylvia had never encountered a bona fide fortune-teller possessing authentic abilities. Most, she had learned, were merely deceivers and swindlers.

Her own master had likewise asserted that fortune-telling was a fool's errand, a tool employed by liars solely for pecuniary gain.

Nolan responded with a gentle smile, stating with measured calm, "The validity of such practices hinges entirely upon one's personal conviction. I happen to know an acquaintance capable of perceiving the future; their gift is genuine, though often accompanied by considerable repercussions."

His expression grew solemn as his thoughts turned to the individual he alluded to—the Singularity of the Stars.

This person shrouded themselves in profound mystery. Two individuals Nolan held dear had already had their destinies foretold by this enigmatic figure: Luvistar, the first, and Rafine, the second.

He remained unaware of the elderly man's motivations for such actions. As far as his memory served, foretelling the futures of those closest to him invariably precipitated future complications.

After all, he himself was the Singularity of Chaos; his very identity bore immense significance, encompassing his predetermined destiny.

While Nolan and Sylvia engaged in their casual discourse, the mysterious man inhaled deeply, then shook his head slowly.

"My apologies; your fate remains beyond my perception. It is as if a veil of gray mist obscures my sight," he declared, his voice laden with gravity.

He directed a meaningful gaze toward Nolan, who met it with feigned indifference.

"I comprehend. In that case, might you divine the future of the Demon Emperor and his formidable legion? Surely that is within your capabilities?"

The man offered a nod, commencing the divination anew.

Nolan observed the process with a placid demeanor. Should this individual possess true knowledge of the Demon Emperor's future, then he could be deemed trustworthy.

However, if he did not, then his entire enterprise amounted to nothing more than a fabrication.

This particular divination session extended longer than the previous one. After a palpable pause, the mysterious man withdrew his hands from the crystal ball.

"The Demon Emperor… shall face defeat," he stated with quiet certainty.

"Indeed? And by what means shall this defeat come about?" Nolan inquired, adopting a tone of feigned astonishment.

The man fell into a brief silence, lasting but a few seconds, before continuing, "He is destined for two defeats in his existence. The initial encounter will transpire in the imminent future, wherein two heralded heroes of humanity shall breach his stronghold and vanquish him. The accumulated renown of the Demon Empire, spanning millennia, will be extinguished in a single night, ushering in an era of unprecedented global tranquility."

He paused, then raised his eyes, fixing them directly upon Nolan.

"The second defeat awaits him a millennium hence. This encounter will be vastly distinct from the first. The Demon Emperor will experience profound remorse for the transgressions he has perpetrated. He shall confront the very individual whom he wronged. And this final, ultimate defeat will befall him at the hands of a being far more potent than the two heroes who secured his initial downfall. This individual shall wield the very power of the gods—a force that ought not to exist within this mortal realm."

At these revelations, Nolan's simulated expression gradually morphed into a tableau of genuine astonishment, apprehension, and profound awe.

"You…"

He was about to speak, but the man in the stall raised his left hand first.

"Two gold coins for the prediction," the man stated.

Nolan fell silent, not in anger, but he reached into his pocket and paid the fee.

"By the way," the man said, turning his gaze toward Sylvia. "Take care of that little girl. Her future is limitless. She may become someone who can help you one day."

With those words, he pulled the curtain closed, and the stall returned to its former silence.

Nolan remained standing motionless, the fortune-teller's words echoing in his mind.

"Brother Nolan? Why are you spacing out?"

Sylvia's concerned voice drew him back to the present moment.

Taking a deep breath, Nolan offered a gentle smile.

"It's nothing. By the way, let's go get dinner. I'm getting a little hungry."

The mention of food instantly brightened Sylvia's face. She eagerly nodded and, without a second thought, pulled Nolan away from the fortune-teller's stall.

After the two had completely disappeared from view, the mysterious man slowly opened the curtain once more, watching them depart.

"What an intriguing man," he murmured, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "The destiny he carries is immense, and his future is shrouded in mist. Who exactly are you?"

He had never encountered anyone like Nolan before. Normally, a person's future could be seen clearly, predictably, and traced with ease; even the Demon Emperor had been no exception.

However, Nolan's future was utterly unreadable.

It was as if it simply did not exist at all.

The man let out a soft chuckle, then shook off his bewilderment. "This world is about to change in a direction no one can foresee..."

With that, he closed the curtain again, and the stall became silent once more.