Bringing this metal ring that carried the World Heart back to Angel City was indeed quite a troublesome matter. "Curses" had never been easy to deal with. In the professional terms Tawell had studied, Older Sister's curse was a "Probability Singularity." A Probability Singularity could continuously collapse the probability of any "describable fact" toward the outcome desired by the one who initiated the curse. In other words, as long as something existed as a possibility, then even if its odds were infinitely close to zero, it would inevitably become reality under the curse's influence. As everyone knew, the void was infinitely vast. Therefore, the probability of any describable event occurring within it had to be greater than zero. Thus, Older Sister's curse possessed potential beyond imagination. After all, nothing in the world could escape the word "accident." Anything you thought was flawless simply had not yet had its method of destruction discovered...
All right, I said all that only to explain how incredibly unlikely it was that, without provoking anyone at all, I was suddenly struck in the waist by a dimensional tremor, then thrown into a spatial storm and spun dry like laundry in a washing machine for fifteen minutes, before finally appearing inside an erupting volcano—and why this whole chain of nearly impossible events had happened to me with such matter-of-fact inevitability...
After Aurelia put the World Heart into her Personal Space, I thought everything was settled, so I casually patted her wing as praise. Then my vision went black, the world spun, and events changed so fast that there was no time to react—at least, I had no time to react. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself plummeting headfirst into an active volcano, while an entire squadron of Griffon Knights stared at me in