The Die of Probability had been corrupted?
Cyril looked utterly bewildered. He knew the Die of Probability had a living quality, but he didn't recall anyone mentioning that it had been corrupted.
...Had the Die of Probability become active because of the corruption?
Collecting his thoughts, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Corrupted by what, and when?"
The little boy leaned against his wheelchair, his face pale and his voice a little hoarse, as if he were about to cry.
"Two months ago, the great river that represents Fate suddenly began to shift. A brand-new tributary appeared out of nowhere, flowing toward the unknown."
"This upheaval made the Key of Light, which represents the uncertainty and chaos of Fate and is sealed in the Western Continent, grow active. Its power affected the Die of Probability through the seal."
"That accident was also why I fell behind in my pursuit of that stupid snake, Ouroboros. The Life School of Thought was also dealt a blow from within by the Primordial Moon."
"And the source of this whole chain of events was you!"
"Uh... is that so?" Cyril stared blankly at Will Auceptin, who sat in the wheelchair opposite him.
He suspected Will Auceptin was trying to pin the blame on him, but his intuition also told him that everything the other boy said was true.
...Is the world trying to make my appearance seem reasonable, or is he simply unlucky?
Seeing Cyril's bewildered, doubtful expression, Will Auceptin glared at him in irritation.
"You think I'm lying to you?"
"No, it's just..." He paused briefly, then tactfully pointed out a fact.
"Is it possible that, even if I didn't exist, the Life School of Thought would still split over its internal worship of the Primordial Moon, and Ouroboros would still catch up with