"Really? Even after you come out, you still have to fulfill your duties according to the 'script.'"
Xu Yue reached out and poked Tokiomi's cooling body on the ground, speaking to Jeanne with an amused look.
Tokiomi's stiff mouth and wide-open eyes seemed to speak of his unwillingness before death.
"Who do you think made things turn out like this? Completing fate's arrangements as projections is our duty, but when major changes occur, we have a certain degree of autonomy to subjectively 'repair' the script. As long as the overall trend is maintained, minor adjustments are possible."
Jeanne rolled her eyes. If this guy hadn't made such a mess of things, even that Ancient One would not have been able to do this, all right?
And even now, he should have been making arrangements using the 'script' that was supposed to happen, merely changing the order.
She was unfamiliar with this Mission Space, but judging from experience, since he had made such arrangements, what had happened here should theoretically have been the original outcome, perhaps merely occurring a little earlier.
"I see..."
Xu Yue scratched his chin, then reached out and placed a hand on Tokiomi. A glass-like radiance began to bloom in his eyes.
He had not been dead long. It should not take much effort.
Since the Fifth War had to be maintained, there needed to be someone to replace Old Man Matou. Since you had carried the blame for a lifetime, you might as well keep carrying it.
I shall raise your wife and daughters, so worry not...
"No way, you're actually serious?"
With a single slash, Iskandar knocked aside a racing Noble Phantasm and realized that something was seriously wrong.
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go!
Golden Flash was now demonstrating to