Fluttering pages and snowflakes swirled together through the mountains, and the face of the oddly haired Father appeared on every page.
His face was dark now, utterly devoid of his earlier composure. As the numbers "1," "2," and "3" appeared in sequence across his face, pink and white puppets burst forth from separate pages.
The Puppeteer's Script could manipulate the destiny of nearly anything within a small range. Combined with the All-Number-One Society's ability to control probability through numbers, he had thought he would have no opponents in this Chosen Ones War.
He had not expected to be driven away by a man suspected of being the God Summoner outside the town earlier, only to encounter three such troublesome women tonight.
The threads of destiny had long since wrapped around them, but aside from the slightly older blonde woman, the destinies of the Diviner with Purple Eyes and the blonde elf were both extraordinarily strange. The elf's fortune was exceptionally good. It was the sort of good luck that seemed blessed by the world itself; even when The Puppeteer's Script wove misfortune for her, that misfortune was delayed from taking effect by the resistance of her good luck.
The diviner with Purple Eyes, meanwhile, seemed to be insulated from destiny itself. The fate written by the script was completely ineffective. Other than the pages rapidly combusting on their own, it achieved no result at all.
Since weaving destiny was ineffective, direct attacks were the only option. With the aid of The Puppeteer's Script, the pink and white puppets could fly freely beyond the mountain steps.
Yet even with such an advantage, three seconds later, they were still cleanly blasted into fragments by Emilia's Nature Energy Impact while frozen in midair.
A third of the paper scraps filling the sky had