Hearing this, the World's Will fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"For once, you're being clever. It's useless, though, because I'm done waiting. It's true you were supposed to have nine Taoist Companions, but eight of them are already dead. As for the last one, he was a sickly weakling. Celeste Grant's interference changed the plot, and now it's so completely derailed that you two have never even met. In fact, as we speak, that fated Taoist Companion of yours has just died for good after falling into the Soul-Refining Pool... all to dodge a clump of bird droppings."
Jocelyn Grant was in disbelief.
'No... That was my fated Taoist Companion? Was he really that useless? Dead just because he was trying to dodge some bird droppings?'
'Aren't I the protagonist? Is this really the kind of grand destiny I'm supposed to have?'
"This is impossible."
Seeing the look of utter denial on her face, the World's Will's voice echoed again.
