Erthenia

He could take a short walk in the fresh air to his home. With these thoughts, Antaer headed towards the wise man Ryu.

The walk was indeed quite pleasant: the further Antaer moved away from Gaddar, the more pleasing the surrounding environment became for sight, hearing, and smell. At some point, the sounds of the human city completely faded away, allowing the ears of the Assyrian to enjoy the natural sounds of the local nature. When Antaer reached his destination, he saw a magnificent view, perhaps the most beautiful that his eyes had ever beheld.

As he approached the house, the traveler's ears involuntarily overheard someone else's conversation.
— ...What does this mean?
— If you or anyone from your family sits on the Illiniarian throne, it will be a fateful day for the state created by the first king of this country.
— What nonsense! Don't make fun of me.
— You asked me about it yourself.
The visitor didn't say goodbye and flew out into the street, as if not paying attention to Antaer, absorbed in his own thoughts.

At the entrance to the house, several simple rules were written on the wall:
"One question – one answer;
One wish – one payment.
The world is in balance;
The threads of fate change their path only for the asker."