"Thank you, I will also repay you, banishing your sickness and pain. May you live a fulfilling life ahead." Xue Dili extended his hand wrapped in bandages, preparing to place it on the little girl's head.

Xue Dili genuinely expressed his gratitude, not just because he knew their plan would surely succeed.

Moreover, the Great Sage had deciphered this strange ability from the Divine Era.

A prophecy, yet fundamentally different, the Great Sage's Prophetic Art was more akin to using known information to mathematically calculate the most likely outcome—it was, in any case, a "calculation."

But the Witch before him used a prophetic art that could watch the "history" of the future, knowing what was to come.

The Great Sage's Prophetic Art couldn't be made into a module yet, as the computational power required was beyond what Xue Dili could currently handle, but this Witch's prophetic art could be.

His finger touched her forehead as Xue Dili activated the power of Cursed Blood.

"No..." The little girl tried to stop Xue Dili from this self-harming act, but before she could reach out, she felt a warmth saturate her body, healing her malnourished form completely.

Xue Dili withdrew his gentle touch and left the Royal Palace, leaving behind princes and princesses who exchanged bewildered glances.

Having obtained the answer he sought, he decided to act.

"Old man, I think I'm starting to understand you a bit." Xue Dili gazed at the sunset of Ancient Greece, perhaps slightly comprehending the purpose of his arrival here.

After Xue Dili's departure, everyone turned their gaze to their previously least favored sister, Cassandra.

What exactly did she see?

Even with Xue Dili gone, she still kept her mouth covered tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. She had truly seen a new future, a beautifully perfect one.

But...

But...

O hero, could all this be too cruel for you?

"Cassandra, what did you see?" The King was the first to ask.

He was curious too, for a hero-loving Greek, the most painful thing was someone knowing more heroic tales and deliberately keeping them secret—it was as tormenting as ants crawling on one's skin.

Yet, Cassandra still kept her mouth covered. If previously she refrained from speaking because of her curse and disbelief, now she would fiercely protect this secret for the hero's plan.

Even at the cost of her own death.

"What did you see? Stop covering your mouth." The Prince too felt an itch in his heart, as if an epic unfolded before him, but he knew nothing of it—this feeling was nothing short of torture for a Greek.

"No, I can't say. Don't force me..." Cassandra retreated, resolute in her silence.

"Alright, Cassandra, listen to me." Hector interrupted his younger siblings, his authority more effective than even the King's.

He gently patted his unremarkable sister, saying, "Just tell us what you think you can, little Cassandra."

Looking at her elder brother Hector, the only brother Cassandra didn't dislike, even if he too didn't believe what she said, Hector always listened quietly without ridicule or insult.

"The merciful hero, his power isn't healing, but transferring others' illnesses, pain, and injuries onto himself, bearing the world's suffering with his own body..." Cassandra looked at her elder brother, speaking earnestly.

At that moment, the other princes and kings burst into laughter.

"Impossible, who would use such a power to help the common folk?"

"Indeed, he must've received a revelation from Apollo, possessing god-like healing abilities."

"Little Cassandra is lying again."

Amidst their mockery, Cassandra remained silent, while Hector stood quietly.

He felt like a voice whispered in his ear, saying, "Little Cassandra is lying," but recalling everything he witnessed—the selfless hero wrapped in bandages—he felt, for the first time, that Cassandra might be telling the truth.

He promptly left the Royal Palace, following the direction Xue Dili went, leaving the other princes dumbfounded.

No one noticed a white owl, an onlooker who witnessed everything and heard the Witch's words.

...

This prophetic Witch saw more visions she would never share.

She saw the hero surrounded by people, saying, "I have a plan to turn the tide, but it requires a head for Zeus."

"Whose head?"

"Mine."

And finally, the battle of the heroes with the Divine King...

...

The white owl flew away, transforming into an elderly woman approaching Xue Dili's path.

Athena took on the form of a disease-ridden old woman, every step she took seemed near to Death.

Mortals didn't believe Cassandra's words, but Athena did, especially curious about why the girl cried so much after seeing Xue Dili's future.

She was deeply curious about the hero's hidden intentions, his purpose!

Initially intending to pry open Cassandra's lips, she reconsidered, knowing Cassandra would rather die than reveal Xue Dili's secrets.

Hearing from others couldn't compare with seeing for herself; in her hand, she gripped a tiny thread from the Moirai's Thread of Destiny.

She wanted to glimpse the merciful hero's fate, to see everything about him.

And just ahead on Xue Dili's path, the dying crone fell before him.

Twilight cast its last rays, yet to fade completely; there were still many Trojans around.

Many seeing Xue Dili bowed like pilgrims, and Xue Dili did not stop them.

Until he saw the deathly aura-surrounded crone lying before him.

[An important ally we can win over has come.]

On the Consciousness Space screen, the Great Sage spoke to Xue Dili.

"Xediles..." Hector's voice reached him, seeing the frail crone, realizing something was amiss.

Hector's keen eye immediately detected something off about the crone.

With such disease and a body, she should've died long ago; if alive, she couldn't possibly fall in the streets.

Also, with just a glance, he identified several incurable diseases afflicting her.

However, Hector saw Xue Dili, without hesitation, reaching out to use his Healing Technique.

"Stop! Xediles!" Hector shouted urgently.

His cry halted Xue Dili, also interrupting the disguised Athena.

Quietly cursing her misfortune, Athena thought she'd hold a grudge against this Trojan hero Hector, considering pranks in the future.

"You mustn't use your healing power again, Xediles." Hector's tone was extremely anxious.

Despite his doubts about Cassandra due to her curse, he trusted his judgment, sensing that everything about Xue Dili was unusual; miracles had a price.

Xue Dili's healing capability far exceeded the realm of "witchcraft," then, what was its cost?

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