Chapter 160 - Terrible taphors
"What the hell," Voloha quietly muttered.
Hehe, that's what you get for being so predictable, Princess.
I knew that sooner or later, she would resort to peeking into my fate to confirm my claim of there being a Secret Organisation behind .
That's why before coming here, I had masked my fate with that of a normal person's. That's why when Voloha saw my fate, all she saw was that I too am affected by the machinations of fate.
And just now, I removed that masking, reverting to my original state of standing above fate.
"Is sothing the problem?" I asked. "Your face is pale. Did you see a ghost or sothing?"
"…" She quietly looked at . "W-what… what was that?"
"Are you talking about this?" I turned on the fate masking feature again. "It's a simple yet effective trick."
"W-who," her voice trembled, but she cald herself down after a deep breath. "Who are you?"
"? I'm Samur. Who else?" I smiled.
"No, it's not possible. The Samur I knew-"
"Well, it's only natural for you to suspect that I'm an impostor. But believe when I say this; I AM the original Samur."
Well, technically I am not. The original Samur was a traumatised 12-year-old boy. I'm the, you know, First Being, the man who brought forth existence from the void.
"Bullshit," she snarled.
Oh, feisty. I like that.
"But it's the truth."
"That's impossible," there was a certain coldness in her eyes and tone.
If the taphorical coldness in them could affect the physical world, I would have long been frozen to death.
"For you, maybe. But there is a case, a certain possibility, where being the original Samur is possible."
"Oh yeah? And what's that- ah," her eyes widened for the second ti today.
"It's possible if we assu that I have been a part of this organisation before I t you."
"No…" her voice trembled again. "That's… that's not possible. Samur-"
"Princess," I stopped her before she could spout any bullshit. "You keep saying Samur, Samur, but what is it that you actually know about him?"
"!!" She gasped.
"I'm sure you launched an investigation on after our first eting, but I doubt my family was stupid enough to let anything useful slip."
That's what I'd like to assu, at least. But then again, they are the guys who thought that having black hair ant that person would bring ruin to the world.
"…"
"In other words, you know practically nothing about , so you have no right to tell what 'Samur' is actually like."
"…Then," she paused for a mont. "If we assu that you were a part of that organisation long before you t … does that an that our eting was planned as well?"
Ah, is that what she's worried about?
Hmmm, let's tell her the truth this ti, but only after manipulating so small details.
So basically let's lie to her.
Wow.
"Well, here's the neat part. There is another possibility aside from the one I ntioned."
"Which is?"
"I joined the organisation after eting you, and we being here is just our fate."
"That's-"
"Now hold on, hold on," I stopped the over-excited wanker. "Before we go any further, I'd like to tell you about a certain skill of mine."
"A skill?" She asked confusedly, perhaps because of my sudden change in topic.
Talking about sudden, what the fuck is Azell doing?
Well, rembering had nothing to do with the term 'sudden', but still.
That letter had a single sentence: 'You know what's coming for us in the future. We need your help.'
It would have been different for a normal person, but for Azell, a Regressor, this statent should hold a trendous weight. After all, it basically declares that the sender of this letter aka the Secret Organisation (who in reality is just ) knows that Azell is a Regressor.
Even if this doesn't make him believe that there is soone behind , it should at least give him an incentive to believe .
And as long as he has that incentive, it would be more than easy to water, fertilise and grow the seed of doubt that has been planted in his mind today (which just ans that I would easily be able to prove the existence of this Secret Organisation to him).
…God, that was a terrible taphor. I need to work on them.
Anyway, what's the Regressor doing? Reading a single sentence shouldn't take so long.
I looked back and found him sitting in his chair with his cheek resting on his palm. With his other hand, he was performing so cool knife tricks with the letter opener like a champ.
He seed to be deep in thought.
Oh well, he'll co around eventually. That leaves only Voloha.
"Right, a skill," I replied. "It's a skill that I was born with. It's an incredible skill, but until now I have been unable to control it."
"What kind of skill is that?"
"The skill that allows to jump outside fate."
"Wha!?" She almost stood up from her seat.
"I'm quite used to this reaction," I chuckled; maintaining character is essential if I want to fool this mamacita. "Using this skill, I can free myself of the strings of fate for so monts. It's incredible, right?"
"…Way too incredible," she eked out.
"Exactly. However, like I said, up until now, I was unable to control it. This skill had the tendency to activate on its own. But a certain condition had to be fulfilled before it activated. Do you know what that is?"
"No," she shook her head.
That's only natural. I would have been surprised if she knew what that condition is, but then again, it's not that difficult to deduce the answer.
All one has to do is pay close attention to the flow of the conversation till now.
"The skill activated whenever soone peeked into my fate," I smiled.
"Ahhh…" her eyes widened and she slightly nodded in understanding.
With this, all the pieces should have clicked inside her head and ford a complete picture.
I just need to push her a little in the right direction and my manipulation will be complete.
Phase 2 of my Epic Prank complete.
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