"Father has agreed to accept your conditions, senior."
It didn't take long to get an answer. Just about a day at most.
"...Really?"
"Why are you making that face after being the one who made the request, senior?"
"..."
I had hoped that Fridien would be half-willing to give up due to anger, knowing how unreasonable and rude my current request was.
Even if handled well, problems would remain, and if it escalated, it could become a battle between families, but that would still be better.
At least better than Gerhard Goldenheim being branded as a demon and falling into ruin.
'Actually, that would have been the best.'
If I could clearly know what would happen, like with other prophecies, I could respond accordingly, but this case was different.
When, where, and how, exactly what would happen.
Other than simply knowing that something would happen, I knew nothing.
When a storm is coming, the wisest approach is to avoid it. But it seems I wasn't destined to do so this time.
