"Well... how should I say this?" the man frowned, then turned to 'look' at .
"… There is a certain soone who wanted you... all to herself. A certain soone who betrayed and destroyed everyone around you to make you hers." He paused as if weighing his words. "Sothing about... she wanting you back—wanting the 'you' they all feared. So, she recreated everything, this ti to make you hate them all and only love her. But to do so, she stole your soul from the keeper..."
"....Why?"
"I don't know. But.... if I were to guess; it would probably be since she had no control over the cycle of reincarnation and couldn't know where you'd end up next."
I felt a strange chill.
"She forcefully took your soul... incarnated you using a forbidden thod. It led to an imnse amount of dark karma being placed on you… the records and reality themselves then made to reject your existence," he explained.
"She...? This... certain soone... Is she the 'she' you spoke about?" I asked, feeling as though fragnts were beginning to align.
"... I don't know," he replied, after a while.
"Then—" I tried to say, but he interjected.
"But... this was what you once told to tell you, should you ever ask about all of this," he said, before walking back to where the leader of the shadows and Ellie waited.
"I... told you?" I asked, my frown deepening.
"Yes. In fact, I sotis question just how much that version of you knew. You also told I would et you here, in this exact tiline. It's as though he expected to fail... perhaps even anticipated giving you the Chronos Lock. Sotis, I wonder… just who is he—who are you—to know all you know?" he said, his tone laced with intrigue. We now stood before them, and he gestured for to step forward and grab Ellie.
"That ''... what was he like?" I asked, now curious about that self of mine.
"Well, he was... a mystery. You see, the Chronos Lock was originally just an idea I had when I discovered this realm. I studied theories from the gods of ti here and, after stumbling upon the ancient world you're now in, I created a relic... just based on theories I'd gathered. But it was worthless, so I left it here. However, in a certain tiline, that version of yourself appeared... he told things about ti I hadn't even considered possible. I thought he was mad until I learned he possessed the bloodline of ti, destined for its blessings. I tested his ideas, and... it saved my life," he said with a chuckle.
"To think... a re mortal could pull that off," he said, then turned to face . "It seems he has... plans for you. That's what I've co to realize. It's as if all of this—from eting , to indebting to you—was orchestrated for this mont... all for the Chronos Lock."
It all began to make sense.
This sa thing happened... with Stem. It sacrificed itself to implant those mories, to play that record...
The more I think about it, the more frustratingly obvious it becos... just how manipulative that version of was.
Just how many things are happening behind the scenes that I'm unaware of?
*Sigh.*
"But... what does all that have to do with my 'aversion' to death?" I asked, still struggling to make sense of it all.
"Well, since you lack Ignia's Breath, you're unaccounted for in the records. And if you're unaccounted for in the records... reality itself overlooks you. So, your death wasn't set in stone; it wasn't a 'canon event.' The Fates wouldn't notice if sothing like you continues to exist... even after you died."
"So... I'm not dead?"
"You are."
"So—!"
"But you're still alive... at the sa ti." He gestured to my form, which was still suspended by the hand of darkness.
"That version of yourself... will continue to exist, even as you do," he said, though none of this was making any sense—it all felt like gibberish at this point.
"You..." I rubbed my temple. "...aren't making any sense."
"Sigh," he smiled softly. "Ti truly is... a complex thing. Let simplify it for you. Imagine... an academy, where as long as you're not registered as a student, you're not accounted for. You can attend all you want, but... you're invisible to the system since you aren't recognized as a student."
"...Still makes no sense," I tried—really, I tried to understand, but...
...I'm hopeless.
"Are you really that dense, or are you pretending?" At this point, he sounded exasperated. Honestly, I'd be mad at if I were him, too.
"I just don't see how this connects with an alternate tiline not forming," I said.
"IT'S SO SIMPLE, YOU DUMBASS!"
Ah.
I was... speechless.
"BECAUSE TI ITSELF DOESN'T SEE YOU! YOU CAN EXIST AS MANY TIS AS POSSIBLE IN A SINGLE TILINE, BUT IT WILL REMAIN BLIND TO YOU! THE ONLY TI IT WILL REACT IS WHEN YOU ENTER A CANON EVENT AND ATTEMPT THIS!"
Oh.
I see.
But...
"Why during the canon event? If it can't see before, why does it detect then?"
"Sigh. Because even if your soul is practically invisible... the body you inhabit remains part of this whole... plot of existence. When the canon event begins, you won't be able to do this again, as you'll beco visible to ti, to fate... and even reality. The only reason this world hasn't rejected you as an anomaly is the body you inhabit... Amael is essential to the plot itself," he said.
Then... would fate even allow to die if I were that important?
"I know what you're thinking… and, well, I don't know. Perhaps... soone else would be made to take your place of that does happen. Or... would you like to find out?" he asked with a sly smile.
But I already had my answer.
The point in the ga when Christina… beca the ultimate villain.
....Author's Note.....
Yes...
I am incompetent.
But don't crucify yet...
... I have been having trouble with electricity lately, can barely charge my phone not to talk of my laptop.
Drop so Golden ticket if you have any, i plan to burn the night candle to drop three to four chaps tomorrow, so cheer up!
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