Damn fate and destiny!
She was a True God who could wander in the infinite Void. How could she possibly form a predestined romantic connection with a mere human?
That's right, it must be the world's destiny that made a mistake. These worldly rules of destiny have no effect on a being like me.
"Right, Black Moon?"
"What did you say?" Black Moon, the hand figurine, looked utterly confused.
"Nothing."
The pink-haired Lolita glanced at the figurine on her shoulder and suddenly thought of something.
In an instant, her delicate face turned deathly pale.
As the will of an Evil God, Black Moon had been turned into a figurine; destiny had already made her a part of fate.
What was the essential difference between her and Black Moon here?
The teacher seemed to have mentioned something similar.
The sealed images gradually emerged in her memory once more.
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