"Choices, huh."
Annant murmured softly, falling silent for a moment.
He vaguely realized something.
"Ingrid's side... probably is indeed the other facet of the Book of the Celestial Chariot."
"That's correct. She indeed has the potential to ascend and become the Celestial Chariot."
The Paper Princess nodded, "But the one who actually has the initiative right now is actually you.
"If you gave up on the Book of the Celestial Chariot, or you ascended slower than her, 'Odes to the Celestial Chariot' would really become a book of prophecy—because Ingrid would have truly fulfilled the prophecies within it. She shall 'ascend through love,' becoming the genuine Celestial Chariot.
"But if you ascended before her, then from the very beginning, 'Odes to the Celestial Chariot' would never become a book of prophecy, and there would not be any necessity for the things inside to come true..."
"Because, fate is but the track of the Celestial Chariot."
Annant muttered to himself.
