"You say you came from the year 14470 of the Star Calendar?"
Louis' mouth was slightly agape, momentarily at a loss for words.
It was normal for others not to have any concept of the year 14470 of the Star Calendar, but he definitely did.
Because in that year, the lightless emperor Louis Charles Julius was sent to the guillotine.
In that year, the Louis who had crossed over occupied that body.
On that day, amidst the cheers and laughter of the crowd, the trapezoidal blade fell, his head flew high, marking the first GG of his life.
Should he appropriately say something like "the gears of fate have begun to turn"?
Louis looked at the Black Swan and said:
"So, not long after the Little Swan saw me being pressed onto the guillotine, you died?"
The Black Swan nodded indifferently:
"I died, and she couldn't hold on for long either. When she died, I wasn't much better off."
Louis frowned and said:
