"A ten-thousand-year scheme absolutely could not fall short at the last moment."
Looking at herself in the dressing mirror, Retana's expression was turbulent.
Grand Duke Brera was the tenth person favored by fate she had found. His soul could belong only to her; no one could take it away.
The final moment was about to arrive. When the Grand Duchy of Brera fell, it would be time for her harvest.
"Ling, it has been a long time."
Suddenly, an ancient, low voice sounded by her ear, as though it had come from distant time and space.
"Seven Emotions, why are you here?" Retana replied quietly. A flicker of fear passed through her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
The faceless man "stared" at Retana and said, word by word, "Ling, I lost a world. Did you know that?"
"What? Could it be that you..."
"Then did you know that the gods of Elairilia have already set their sights on you?"
Retana's expression changed drastically. Could her current perceptions be false? Had she somehow unknowingly fallen into a conspiracy woven by another?
"You have already been discovered by the Rule God of Elairilia. It has woven a net, intending to seize the Sixth Level Planet World in your possession."
Hearing Seven Emotions' words, Retana examined the power of rules stored within this body. There were no cracks, nor was there any trace of another god or powerful being.
Suddenly, a golden soul sealed within her divine power space stirred faintly, and Retana instantly noticed the anomaly.
"The power of fate... When did this happen?"
"Ling, your scheme has failed."
Seeing Retana's expression, Seven Emotions mocked her mercilessly.
"I understand. A ten-thousand-year scheme has fallen short just like this. I refuse to accept it."
Retana's face darkened. She had not even noticed