Bring it to an end - Four - II

["Our encounter is surely the work of fate."]

Fate... the work of fate.

Indeed, if fate wishes to forge a new kingdom, a new world, then... compared to those four heroines, am I not a more fitting choice?

Possessing knowledge from another world, ideas from another world, loathing the stagnant and rigid empire, its institutions, thoughts, concepts... I, who can scarcely tolerate any backward aspect of this society, harbored a burning ambition to change the empire before gaining memories of this world. Am I not the most suitable person?

If I could change this world, what would it matter to overcome the four heroines? If I could do better than the four heroes, would fate not cast its favoring gaze upon me, and would that not be acceptable to fate?

But while fate could accept, and would gladly accept, Ansel would not, could never accept.

In the increasingly torrential rain, Ansel said to his friend: