Faced with this sudden predicament, Ansel's smile grew more pronounced—a smile rarely seen by Seraphina or Ravenna... An unsettling, sinister, inhuman grin.
Ansel was... elated.
For fate to have reached this point undoubtedly meant It had deployed Its key trump cards, save the protagonist. The force hidden in the enigmas was likely driven by fate, providing a trail to follow.
Moreover, what brought Ansel a twisted joy was... this sense of gradually cornering fate, forcing It to abandon Its lofty indifference and rationality. It was not about controlling everything, but being compelled to counterattack under Ansel's offensive. This direct confrontation... made Ansel's heart, which had grown increasingly calm during these peaceful, even tender days, beat violently.
He loathed fate, constantly yearning to overcome, defeat, and destroy It. Above this desire arose a craving unknown even to Seraphina, Ravenna, or Ansel himself.
