Lucian sat in silent contemplation, it had been a full three years, since he met Morgana.
They didn't speak all that much; it wasn't because they didn't want to but the script that warned them against it.
'I finally got out of that stuffy throne world, and thought that I'd be able, to move around enjoying my life, and I did just that for 11 years and then that mysterious entity had to pop up in my life,' he thought with a wistful expression.
He had been observing the fate and time laws all these years, he expected them to loosen up over time, yet, they were now tighter than ever, 'This definitely has something to do with the script, but what is it, I can't imagine that something as simple as spell weaving could trigger great change,'
'Even if she can somehow adapt spell weaving to the plains laws, and based on the way this woman's brain works I'd call such a thing divine intervention, I still can't see it as any form of a trigger for a great change,'
