Lake did not immediately agree when he heard Verdandi speak so frankly and openly.
After all...
This was not something that concerned him alone.
So Lake summoned the Fates.
After the eldest of the Fates—the mature woman Atropos—heard the whole story, she nodded in agreement without hesitation.
What was there to disagree with?
The Chaos Universe needed the river of time in order to truly manage its current disorderly, even wanton flow of time.
For any universe, the river of time and the river of fate were equally important. At most, one had to distinguish whether fate determined time or time determined fate.
In the World Tree Universe, the giants of time had given birth to the past, present, and future, while the Fates were born based on time. Thus, time stood above fate.
But what about the Chaos Universe?
As long as time was born from the Fates, that was enough.
So...
The discussion went very smoothly this time.
Simply put,
the Fates only wanted time to be their daughter. That was enough. As for which of them would be their daughter, they did not particularly care.
The higher one climbed, the thinner familial affection between gods became. This was perfectly normal. Although Lake's Chaos Universe would not be like that, the Fates had originally been recruited into his service.
When Lake appeared once more at Midgard's Origin Land, his expression shifted slightly. He discreetly rubbed his chest and waist, which felt like those of a savage bear.
It felt good.
It hurt a little.
There was nothing he could do. The Three Goddesses of Time seemed to be in quite a hurry, or perhaps they were afraid Lake would change his mind, so they had directly demanded that he fulfill his promise on the spot.
Good heavens.
This