“Hello, my name is Otto. Well, thanks to you, I'm now the Archbishop of Schicksal.”
Otto stirred the bitter black coffee in front of her with a silver spoon, lowering her usually proud head slightly. Her pale golden hair fell across her face, hiding her expression.
“Maybe you don't remember, but I do. I've been by your side since we were children. I played with you and did everything I could to make you like me, all because I wanted to spend more time with you.”
Now Otto had cast aside the dignity of an archbishop, slowly voicing her grievances like a golden-haired loser.
“For five hundred years, I never gave up on bringing you back to life. Ha, I never gave up. Jiang Lu, do you know how many experiments I carried out?”
Holding her scythe, Rita turned her head away, unable to keep looking at the dazed Jiang Lu.
“Do you just love playing this game where someone keeps looking for you but can never find you?”
Otto slapped the table and downed the black coffee in one gulp, her anger subsiding a little.
There was only one question she needed to consider now.
How could she get back together with the person across from her, who had been gone for five hundred years, and return to the way things used to be?
