Chapter 90
One day, unexpectedly, a man appeared in my vision.
"Hello, I'm Harold Wicker," he introduced himself, his striking dark black hair uncommon in this land. His eyes, dark yet ironically bright with determination, matched his hair.
"Would it be alright if I served and followed you, Goddess?" he asked with a sincere smile, brightening up my world just by being there.
"Here I am again today." In the many futures I'd seen, new characters occasionally appeared. However, it had become rare, and I hadn't seen any new faces in a while, so his sudden appearance was somewhat startling.
"I suppose the outcome will be the same even if I look a little further. Like all my followers, he'll probably abandon me too, embracing the false truth, betraying or oppressing me..."
Initially, I didn't harbor much hope for him, avoiding the pain of unfulfilled expectations. Even if new talents emerged, betrayal seemed inevitable. So, I continued to observe the future, focusing more on my actions than on this seemingly insignificant mortal.
"Your time is over, Morione. There's no one left to stand for you. Your evil plans are exposed, and faith in you is lost."
Yet, this observation brought no new revelations, and the time of judgment inevitably arrived.
"Another failure in this fate..." I murmured, about to close the vision when suddenly...