“You’re supposed to love me, it’s our destiny…! But why…” Aveline and Kazel were destined lovers, brought together by the gods. Therefore, Aveline loved Kazel. And Kazel, too, had to love Aveline… “Could it be that you love that woman?” “And if I do?” “…What?” He defied his fate, and he fell in love with another woman. Chlone, if only she could break that woman’s delicate neck… But Aveline couldn’t lay a finger on her. “It means the destined lovers in the prophecy are the Duke and Lady Chlone.” Even the fate that barely tied them together wasn’t on her side. * “I wish I were the woman you loved.” “Are you still talking about that?” Kazel cut her off, finding it tiresome. The man’s face, stripped even of obligatory kindness, turned as cold as a grim reaper. “Okay. I guess I should stop dreaming in vain now.” “What…?” “I lost, Kazel.” Aveline forced a smile. “I’ll send you to her.” The stage, where God had been mocking the foolishness of humans, was completely drawn to a close. Now was the time for her to exit.