Charlotte was going to marry me…0

It wasn’t just Charlotte who was dumbfounded by this sudden revelation; I was equally stunned.0

“What the—h-hey, what kind of nonsense is this all of a sudden?” I asked.0

“I just… said what I saw…” Detomorian replied, staring straight at me.0

“No, come on. How could that make any sense, no matter how you spin it?”0

“Th-Th-that’s right. It’s, well, it’s ridiculous to even say this, but… I’m of royal blood,” Charlotte stammered, her face becoming pale and her lips trembling. 8

Although we were at the Temple, she was still royalty, and I was a commoner. How could the two of us get married? As much as she hated to even speak of this absurdity, the ludicrous prediction of the future had forced her to make such a statement.1

“People’s futures… are unpredictable,” Detomorian replied.3

Sure, that was a reasonable statement. No one knew when, where, or how something might happen. 0

But still, a shiver ran down my spine. 0

I wasn’t sure, but did this mean that Charlotte would eventually discover I was a Baalier? And then, somehow, in some way, we’d end up reconciling and getting married or something?3

No. Before all of that…0

Wouldn’t this whole prediction make Charlotte begin to suspect that I might be a Baalier? If Charlotte began to doubt, it wouldn’t...3