Assimilation of the Third Awakening

Pacifying Ela, Ken left the Palace heading in the direction of the event his students were to participate in today—since it merely was the first day, Ken didn't really care much about it, hence even though the moonlight cascaded down, he flew towards the location, his consciousness comprehending everything he knew about the puppeteer Ken knew to be his creator.

'No, rather than mine, should I say, Miorus'? What role do I play?' Ken's thoughts swirled along these lines.

Ken calmly analysed, questioning whether his thoughts and actions were already predestined and whether he really had a free will....

It wasn't as if he had escaped the strings that played him, just because he realised that he was being played.

What if, even those thoughts existed because that was what his creator wanted?

What if, Ken found see the strings attached to him, because his creator wanted him to notice them?