This dim environment highlighted Peytra’s glowing golden hair. She wore a white robe that looked divine and authoritative, giving her a look of inviolability. She was seated atop her throne with closed eyes, seemingly in deep sleep. It was only when Roel walked over from the distance that her mysterious eyes opened.
“How unexpected. You don’t look very anxious.”
Peytra observed the approaching black-haired boy as she blinked her eyes in intrigue.
“You like that girl, don’t you? She’s bound to lose her life at this rate.”
“I know that, but venting my fury blindly does nothing at all. It might bring me a moment of solace, but ultimately, nothing would have changed. What I want to achieve is Charlotte’s survival. I want to save her. I don’t want to lose her. So, I have to remain calm.”
Under Peytra’s gaze, Roel responded to her question with a quivering voice, surprising her. She noticed that the boy’s fists were so tightly clenched that blood was flowing through the cracks of his fingers.
“I understand your intention now. Answer my question then, Roel Ascart. What’s the most beautiful thing about fate?”
Peytra slightly straightened her posture, and her expression also grew a little solemn. Under her intent gaze, Roel revealed his answer.
“It’s hard for me to give a decisive answer to your question. As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, if it’s fate we’re talking about, I believe that the answer is ‘choice’.”
Peytra narrowed her eyes as she repeated Roel’s answer, and the latter nodded in affirmation.
“Isabella told me that fate is a tug-o-war. Nothing is decided until the present becomes the past. Before then, everything is possible. That’s why she staked her entirety on the side of the humans to fight against the civilization destroyers. In the face of overwhelming odds, she chose to struggle.
“I once thought that the ability to struggle against fate is the most beautiful thing about it, but after careful contemplation, I found many loopholes with that line of thought.”
Roel raised his gaze to look at the towering mountains behind, as he thought about everything he had seen and done ever since arriving in this Witness State. Somehow, he could still taste the alluring aroma of the ginkgo wine he had that day on the tip of his tongue.
“If I had revealed the results to Isabella beforehand, telling her that this escort mission will be her last voyage, would she have bowed down to the monsters and worshiped them as God’s Envoys like Gordon and the others?
“No, she wouldn’t.”
There was a gleam of respect and admiration in Roel’s eyes as he shook his head.
“That’s because Isabella is a ruler. Not just for the Sofya Kingdom, but for all humans. Even if the
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