"In the novel, whenever a mysterious wooden stick appears, it will eventually shoot out magic."

Lord Damia smiled and waved his finger at me.

"Ha..."

"Whenever an inexplicable smile appears, there must be some hidden motive behind it."

"Is...is that so..."

"Whenever a heart feels concerned, it will surely develop into a passionate love."

The principal stood on one leg gracefully on the ground, spinning around and making an enamored expression.

"Ah, haha...so you mean that foreshadowing will always be resolved, right? I understand, can you back off a bit?"

As Damia approached me, I involuntarily stepped back, smiling awkwardly.

"Yes, Miss Molly Ann, that's exactly what I wanted to say."

Lord Damia grabbed my hand and turned around, pointing to the vast sky-

"However, in reality, for some trashy novels and trashy authors, what I said just now does not apply. They don't need to consider resolving suspense. They simply weave some hypocritical words to create mysteries, disregarding logic and reason. Such novels do exist."

"Oh...is that so..."

Then why did we go through all this...

I still couldn't understand what the fortune-teller wanted to say after wandering with me for over an hour. So I decided to observe the situation and see how it developed.

She twisted her body as if feeling stiff, then stretched lazily and made a gesture with a finger on her lips-

"I mean, the real world could also be a trashy novel, you know."

"Ahahaha..."

"Foreboding doesn't necessarily concern oneself, and even if it does, it might not require personal intervention. In the end, one might not understand the true origin and course of events. That's how the real world is..."

Damia's tone suddenly turned serious-

"So, Molly Ann, what kind of world do you hope for?"

Since you put it that way...it means I should think carefully...

"Well...even if you ask me, I don't have any particular dissatisfaction with the current world..."

The garden still blooms, the sky is still vast.

"Then...just say whatever you want, like hoping for zombies to appear or a meteor to strike soon."

So casual!? If it were like that, it would be a completely different world!

Hmm...my wish...

"It's... a place where there are happy moments and also places that can make people sad, where there is light but also a bit of darkness waiting to be saved by others."

"Oh~ I thought Molly Ann would hope for a completely innocent and peaceful world."

"Well...that would be nice, but it feels somewhat unrealistic..."

"I see. So if that's the case, you probably hope for a world like the current one?"

"..."

Thinking about it, that might just be the case...

Damia looked at me, who had lowered my head in contemplation, and a seductive curve appeared at the corner of her mouth-

- Ah, indeed, it's you.

- The one who awakened from a sleep nearing eternity

- The one who will create the future

- This is the world you hope for

- This is what your heart desires

- Everything is progressing

- With a person named Molly Ann at the center

- Unpredictably

- Reaching the final outcome

A voice that wasn't a voice directly echoed in my mind.

"Eh...Principal, what did you just say..."

"Alright, Miss Molly Ann, a kind and gentle girl who doesn't want to trouble others but still pursues the truth.

"Heh...wait a minute..."

"I have a request, and accepting it might actually be a good thing."

Is it possible for someone to say accepting a request will bring misfortune to others!?

However, unlike someone who doesn't understand the atmosphere like Emile, I calmly watched her serene eyes.

"'From now on, consider yourself the center of the world, rather than being a supporting cast to anything else.'"

(Even if it's Emile...)

"'Indulge yourself and feel the reality of this world.'"

(Even if reality is terrifying...

"'And in the end, hope for miracles.'"

Meaningful words echoed in my ears, one after another.

"Um... Principal Damia?"

"Well, we can't keep chatting, can we~ Molly Ann sweetheart, Emile would get jealous."

"Hey..."

"Alright, alright, but you are Principal Damia, the magic ping-pong seed player personally recommended by the Fortune Teller of the Stars. Looking forward to your performance tomorrow!"

With that, a gentle breeze blew past, and Damia turned into scattered petals, drifting away with the wind.

Her voice still echoed in my ears –

"Have fun~ Winning isn't everything, you know?"