"She" had a point, but since Shade had proposed the idea, he naturally had his own considerations:
"As long as I attempt Thaumaturgy while rolling the dice, theoretically, there's a high chance that luck will affect the Thaumaturgy."
He looked at the street scene and spoke in his heart.
Leaving aside how likely it is to affect the Thaumaturgy, what if the dice roll results in misfortune?
"That's what I wanted to discuss. I've been considering this for a long time. In principle, it should be possible."
Shade walked toward the other side of the street, pretending to speak with passersby, though most of his attention remained focused inward. He put forward a rather bold idea:
"You once said that you could reflect attacks from Destiny, thereby turning misfortune into good luck."
Yes, but no one is attacking you right now.
"If no one rolls luck, then naturally nothing happens. But if it is misfortune, and that misfortune affects me, could you reflect it into luck?"
He asked cautiously, then heard her pleasant laughter:
That is a very good idea.
So it was feasible.
But Outlander, do you remember the line written in the script?
She was probably in quite a good mood at the moment, and even her questioning tone carried amusement. Shade recalled what had happened several weeks ago. The street before him dimmed in the thin fog; the gray gloom and strange scent in the air were this city's normal state. He stood beneath the sky:
"It said—perhaps people believe they can control Destiny, never realizing that everything has long since been within Destiny."
The Heart Collector, who had tried to manipulate Destiny and died because of it, was an excellent illustration of those words.
The woman in his heart was still chuckling:
*You can try rolling