Peace

"I think I understand. But it seems your 'momentum' didn't do much, did it?"

Even as he reminisced about the past, Fu Qian didn't let up on the mockery.

"I told you, the definition of luck isn't that absolute."

Clearly seasoned by experience, Takahashi Yae had an astonishing ability to steady himself. He spoke without haste, showing no sign of having just faced a threat to his life.

"There's a long way between leaving me alive and killing me."

He pointed at his own face.

"Believe me, over the past few centuries, more than one or two people have wanted to do that."

"Yet most of them are gone now, while I'm still alive and well."

"Just like a moment ago. Lady Violetta came after me, and I chose to stop instead of running because I didn't want to cause too much trouble."

"It's better for everyone this way. After all, you wouldn't want the building next door to suddenly collapse, or the cars on the road to lose control, would you?"

"I even told my people not to come over and make things worse."

"Well? Doesn't that show plenty of good faith?"

By the time Takahashi Yae finished speaking, he'd adopted an increasingly lofty air, nothing like the man who'd been fleeing for his life moments ago.

"Got it. You're respecting fate and going with the flow."

Fu Qian looked as if he'd had an epiphany.

"But that raises another question. If you understand fate so well, why join the Yasui Company and place yourself beneath someone else?"

"Considering you're even older than the Yasui Company, you could theoretically have started your own."

"Why didn't you? Because you didn't want to?"

"I have to say, compared to your ability to attract trouble, your fragile life seems like a poor