It was nighttime when Reve's club orientation had finally ended. He walked on the lonely street, observing the stars that twinkled in the sky above.
A thought couldn't help but cross his mind.
How did he get here?
How did a small creature like him become a promising figure that was already playing games with the experienced heads of Arcadia?
Granted, part of this was due to his status as an emperor cat. The halo of an emperor cat was too strong. His enemies always faltered in front of it. Even he, sometimes, felt bad for whoever crossed him.
However, he still couldn't comprehend how, in the face of all the odds stacked up against him, he still managed to prevail.
Just how many cats could brag about becoming heirs of gods and students of hands that shaped time?
Perhaps, that was the way of life. Life always had a way of bringing the unexpected. Just by a long series of coincidences and mishaps, he became part of the "incidental".
