"I wonder…if the people of the universe realize that the one they adorn with glorious titles is nothing more than a glorified slave of the gods."
"…" "…"
The moment Evan's words fell, the atmosphere shifted.
Beatrix silently dismissed her hologram, while Artemisia turned to him with narrowed eyes. Her gaze alone seemed to ask why he was bringing up a subject he always avoided.
Feeling Artemisia's stare, Evan lifted his eyes to the starry night sky and spoke.
"Stars are beautiful, aren't they? People often see them as signs of good fortune."
Artemisia remained silent, considering how to respond, but Beatrix simply voiced her thoughts.
"True. I am sometimes told I was born under a lucky star. Not that I disagree."
Evan nodded with a wry smile, voicing his agreement.
"They weren't wrong—but they weren't entirely right either."
Beatrix tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her gaze.
"And why's that?"
Tracing a constellation with his eyes, Evan replied,
