Not a spectator-a spectator-
So, was my earlier thinking wrong?
It wasn't that doing nothing and interfering with Klein as little as possible would keep the butterfly of fate from flapping its wings. Instead-I was that butterfly?!
So-
If I hadn't appeared, Old Kohler would have died that night!
If I hadn't rescued her, Fors would have died at the Mountain Estate!
If I hadn't called out a bid, Klein would have left empty-handed!
This-felt like some God had played an enormous joke on me-please, no, I came here to experience an exotic culture-
The corners of Lorry's lips twitched upward uncontrollably, his smile filled with bitterness.
He had already planned to rely on his knowledge of the plot to keep his head down while advancing, then seek refuge with the Goddess or Klein, the Fool, later on.
Under their protection, as long as he didn't court death, the chances of anything happening would be very low.
But now-
The way things were developing had completely exceeded his expectations!
Lorry didn't know how much of the plot he needed to participate in. He even suspected that his character had existed in some unknown corner of the original story!
At that thought, Lorry couldn't help taking a deep breath of icy air.
He silently reassured himself, "Calm down!
"This is just a groundless guess. It isn't necessarily the truth.
"Maybe even without me, Old Kohler would have found another opportunity to survive, such as some kind gentleman. Fors might have remembered the honorific name of the Fool they had seen at the critical moment, prayed for help, and survived that ordeal. Perhaps even if I hadn't spoken up, the old gentleman from the Eye of Wisdom would have bought Klein's formula.
"Yes, that's it!
"But to be safe, I can do