The Hero Who Questioned Destiny
Rika stepped forward despite the force pushing against her.
"Don't let those words control you!"
But Videl couldn't hear them properly.
The voices reached her as though coming from the bottom of a deep lake.
Her mind remained trapped inside itself.
She remembered every time she had wanted to become stronger.
Every time she had thought she needed to save someone.
Every time she had believed that she was doing what was right.
If destiny had created those feelings...
Then what remained of her?
The question was unbearable.
Her mana became more violent.
Niklaus finally stopped watching.
He slowly rose from his seat.
His movements were calm.
Almost leisurely.
The contrast between his composure and Videl's chaos was striking.
Amura noticed him.
"Sir Niklaus..."
Niklaus didn't answer.
He simply began walking toward Videl.
One step.
Then another.
The turbulent mana struck against him.
His long black hair moved slightly in the pressure.
