In the end, her heart had been thrown into turmoil.
As she thought about it, a sense of sorrow flowed through her chest.
Before she had ever picked up a weapon, she had been one of the prettiest girls in the village.
Young men from all around had rushed to write her love letters.
But back then, she had been proud and arrogant, thinking she would choose from the warriors who could fight shoulder to shoulder with her after she became one herself.
Who the hell knew that the three great Schicksal families, whose family traditions revolved around fighting Honkai, had absurdly high death rates? Their male lines had never prospered.
On top of that, the three great families liked marrying within their own clans. Which young master married whom, and who would have an affair with whom, might have been arranged from the moment they were born.
The moment she entered Celestia, she had already become half an old maid.
At that thought, a trace of melancholy appeared on her face.
"Just take it as me meeting a gypsy girl who read my fortune."
She finally sighed and spoke to Murata Himeko.
"What did she say?"
Murata Himeko asked.
"Something like my future boyfriend being stolen away by a female college student."
Since she had decided to let go of her misgivings, there was naturally no reason to hide it from her teammate.
Strictly speaking, she had even considered reporting what happened today to Schicksal Headquarters.
But for some reason, a vague premonition told her that reporting it to headquarters now might lead to something truly terrifying.
So she temporarily dismissed the impulse and even attributed her abnormal state to having encountered a gypsy.
"A gypsy?"
Murata Himeko's delicate brows immediately furrowed.
Different ethnic groups always came with a