"... Don't... ascend?" Seraphina was taken aback. "But why, Ansel? Didn't you say that as long as I found that feeling, it would be enough?"
Ansel fell silent for a mont, then softly said, "Because your spiritual essence is rather unique, I underestimated the influence of fate on you. I thought that by changing your way of thinking, you could complete your ascension in a way different from the predetermined path, or perhaps... alter the characteristics of your spiritual essence."
"... No, in fact, I should have succeeded." He murmured, "Even if I couldn't change the nature of your spiritual essence, the fact that you never found the feeling of ascension is proof."
Seraphina was bound by Ansel's rational chains, numbed by the undeniable victories. Even if she felt that this way of thinking did not suit her style, she could not identify the problem.
Just like Ansel's teachings in the Howling Wind Castle, he completely dominated Seraphina. As long as she was under his control, Seraphina, who had never noticed the essence, would only imrse herself in victory, never able to find where the strangeness originated.
Moreover, even if Saville couldn't fully ensure the absence of enemies that would make Seraphina choose to let go and deal with the enemy purely by herself in the Red Frost territory, Seraphina shouldn't have had any insights in just one battle.
"This speed... is not normal." Seraphina found that the Ansel in front of her had beco unfamiliar. He was muttering to himself in an indifference that made her feel… scared.
His sea-blue eyes seed to be frozen, and when he looked at her, there was only the coldness of dissecting dead things.
"Although it has been vaguely manifested during this period, but earlier, it must have been prepared."
"Seraphina." Ansel stared at the girl in front of him, "Apart from the future I showed you, have you ever seen your future self in your dreams, inadvertently, or in any form?"
"I, I..."
Seraphina retreated a little nervously, "I don't rember, I... Ansel, what's wrong with you? Did I upset you?"
She bent down slightly and said in a small voice, "I'm sorry, did I do sothing wrong again?"
"..."
Ansel opened his mouth, looking at the girl in front of him who was so cautious and full of worry and fear, he closed his eyes and sighed softly.
"I'm sorry, Seraphina."
His eyes regained their usual gentleness, and he reached out and touched Seraphina's hair, "When I encounter so serious problems, I occasionally lose control and beco like this, did I scare you?"
Seeing Ansel's expression return to normal, Seraphina's eyes also beca lively. She squinted her eyes and snuggled into Ansel's palm, smiling and saying, "Hehe... no, Ansel, you're fine — ah, I an, it's good that I didn't do anything wrong."
"You could have just told if there was a problem."
She rolled over and lay down on the desk, like a cat showing its belly, looking up at him, reaching out to touch his cheek, "Is it a problem with fate?"
After a brief silence, Ansel nodded lightly.
"Ah... what exactly is going on?"
The girl rubbed her head irritably, "I don't feel like I'm being manipulated."
"It's still the sa question." Ansel looked down at Seraphina, "No matter the form, have you ever seen your future self?"
"My future self, my future self..."
Seraphina furrowed her brows in deep thought, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she exclaid, "I rember! I dread about it! I dread of fighting with the empress! That empress is called... what's the na?"
"Suellen Flafeast."
Ansel's eyes were slightly drooping, "The next empress, the youngest princess now."
"Ah? Is that true?" Seraphina said incredulously, "I didn't take it seriously when I had that dream... but I was so powerful in my dream! I fought with that empress, and she couldn't do anything about !"
The girl laughed and held Ansel's cheeks, "If I'm that powerful in the future, I can help Ansel with anything!"
Ansel, who was looking down, caught a glimpse of the spark in Seraphina's eyes.
Even though she never said it outright, the desire for power, for achieving greatness, was deeply buried in her heart.
Without a doubt, after dreaming of that future, Seraphina's heart had already planted that excitent, which could serve as a node to ignite Seraphina's self-awareness, and as fuel... to drive her desire for power.
Ansel didn't let Seraphina see her original future in full, he just let Seraphina see the hardships she was originally going to endure, to prepare for this mont.
But—
So that's how it is... was it prepared in advance before Seraphina was completely tad by ?
Even Ansel didn't expect fate to do this — because in countless tests of it, Ansel had never seen that high and mighty being actively reveal the "future" to anyone.
This is the value of Seraphina, and the cold determination of fate... not to allow Seraphina to fall into Ansel's hands.
"But, but what is the purpose of fate doing this?"
Seraphina looked puzzled, "I'm still going to ascend to the third stage, right? What does fate want to do?"
"...As I said, Seraphina, your spiritual essence is a bit special."
Ansel said, "In the long history of extraordinary beings, it can also be ranked at the forefront."
"That's super powerful, isn't it!" Seraphina's eyes widened, and she said with great joy, "So when I beco a third stage, and then beco Ansel's pact head, no one can beat !"
Thinking of her future self, plus the addition of Ansel's power... she couldn't help but giggle at the scene of beating the empress on the ground that she had imagined.
"But I don't want you to awaken it."
Ansel's words made Seraphina's smile freeze again.
She grabbed Ansel's collar in confusion and grievance, shaking it slightly, "Why? If I beco that powerful, wouldn't I be able to help Ansel better?"
"...There's no need." Ansel said softly, placing his hand on Seraphina's, "Seraphina, to , you—"
He hesitated for a long ti, but finally said it:
"You don't need to beco that powerful."
"Don't... need?"
Seraphina looked into Ansel's eyes, repeating in a daze, "Don't... need?"
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