Time had stopped and a strong gush of wind blew, indicating that the spirit has come once again.

    Just like before, the spirit of Fate appeared right in front of him. With its light hitting the Crown Prince''s face, making him squint his eyes.

    "Happy birthday, Chance Howard." the spirit greeted, and those were the words it said for the first time it appeared.

    Although Chance had more than a dozen of questions in his mind, he did not let it out and faced the spirit.

    "I am pleased to see you again, Fate." the Crown prince, or rather, the historian, greeted. "Although it is displeasing that you do not appear when I want you to. I do not have such ability." he added.

    "Forgive me. Although I am helping you with history, you do not have power to control me." the spirit responded.

    "I have come to greet Your Highness for the celebration of your birth."

    Chance smiled as he let out a snort. "We have been too into our roleplaying act. Have you forgotten that I am not Charles?" he said with furrowed brows. "I am just a historical researcher that you pulled in to relive the Crown Prince''s tragic fate."

    "You may have forgotten that you are the one who agreed because you wanted to know about the last King." Fate said with emphasis, "You utter your words with such tone, have you started hating your decision?"

    Chance Howard went silent. "Hate is not the term." he muttered. He looked at the spirit, who went to his side. "It is more of a regret."

    He turned around and looked at the people that were surrounding him. "From the moment I came into this century, by everything I experienced I have come to regret the decision I have made."

    The spirit stared at him in silence before speaking, "Regret cannot undo the things you have done." it said.

    "A memory that we can never forget, a memory that we shall forever regret." the spirit said. "It was what a woman always said to me."

    Chance stared at the spirit until it took the form of human. Human still made of light, with its features unknown, so he could not tell what Fate looked like.

    "Indeed, the woman was right. Even if we could come to the point where we have moved on, the regret was still there." the spirit said, slowly joining the Crown Prince who was standing on the balcony.

    Chance nodded, "You and the woman are right." he said, agreeing to the spirit''s words.

    "Back then, when I was lacking information about the Last King, I could have just told Professor Adam to drop the topic." he said. "I could have just switched to a different assignment."

    He remembered the time where he was deep inside his thoughts, "What my reflection had said in my mind was true. I changed, I become more stressed and agitated after taking on this topic more than those past assignments I had." he stated.

    "I was obsessed." the historian said with emphasis as he clenched both of his fists that were resting on the railings.

    "I regret everything but even so, regretting will not bring me back to my normal life."

    Chance heard a chuckle and there was no one out there who could do that other than Fate. He looked at the spirit, waiting for its word.

    "We are alike in that terms. Until now I regret something I have done, but that does not mean that I want to change the past."

    "Instead, I want it to be known."

    The human form of the spirit also took a step forward and rested its hands on the railing, looking at the entirety of the Kingdom.

    Chance cannot help but to stare at the spirit in its human form. He started to wonder whether he was really just ''Fate'' or if he was someone else.

    "You seem to be speaking from experience." Chance said as he looked at Fate.

    ''For someone who has seen everything, nothing could speak of experience more than I could.'' Fate said inside its mind. The spirit said nothing as a response.

    "Then now that you know that regretting will not get you anywhere. What have you decided to do?" the spirit asked.

    Chance averted his gaze away from the spirit. "I will forever regret it as you said, but I want to continue the plan to live as Charles, until the end."

    "Until the end you say," the spirit repeated.

    "Until I die."

    The two of them went silent until another gush of wind blew. The Crown Prince stared at the people below him that frozen in their place.

    "I will live as a Howard. With goal of Chance, and the body of Charles. Who share the same mind, of telling their story to the world."

    Fate was stunned. He was glad to hear those words coming from Chance''s lips. Although it could not be seen on Fate''s face because of the light, the spirit smiled.

    "By that you mean?"

    Chance faced the spirit and gave him a determined look with a smile on his face. "I shall accept Charles''s fate. As well as mine." he said and looked at the people.

    "Is that so?" Fate asked, making sure that he was true to his words.

    "Yes." The Crown Prince responded.

    "Then what about the male prostitutes?"

    Chance felt the cold air blowing against his skin as he heard those two words. He had almost forgotten about his dream. The dream where the King executed those male prostitutes, and he did...nothing.

    But what could he do? There was nothing he could do because that is fated to happen.

    Chance swallowed the lump forming in his throat and he tried to calm himself, "As I said...I will accept fate."

    "So you will accept what will happen to them?"

    Chance clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, he let out a sigh, "Yes..."

    "I see, then that is good."

    "You did not come here to just greet me, but to make sure I will not do anything that will break your rules, am I right?" Chance said, he knew it from the start. Since Fate never comes for a simple reason, unless it is regarding his dreams and what is fated to happen.

    "Clever. You are right." the spirit said. "Then I have no more use of here. I shall take my leave." Fate said, and it was about to fade away but Chance stopped the spirit.

    "What is the prophecy, Fate? What is my prophecy?"

    Chance could tell that Fate was surprised by his question as the spirit did not speak for a long second. "If I may ask, who did you hear that from?" The spirit said in a more serious tone than the usual.

    "I heard it from Teri."

    Fate was confused and he turned to face Chance and approached him. "Who is this Teri you are referring to?"

    "A little girl that I met recently. She told me that there was a prophecy that even you could not tell me." the Crown Prince responded and he raised his gaze to look at the spirit.

    "Chance Howard, when you see that girl again,"

    "Come with her to hear the prophecy?"

    "No. Stay away from her."

    Chance furrowed his brow as he stared at the spirit. If only its human form had a face so he could read its expression, but it does not have any, which made it hard for him to know what the spirit was thinking.

    "I know why you want me to stay away from her. It is so that I will not know about the prophecy." Chance said in a serious tone as he demands more answer from the spirit.

    "The Prophecy has nothing to do with. You will soon know it anyway, even if I stop you." the spirit said.

    Chance was surprised to see that Fate had lost uts calm. The tone of the spirit''s voice felt familiar, but he could not point out where he had heard it from. "Then why do you try to prevent me from seeing the little girl?" he asked in confusion.

    "I do not care about whether you want to hear the prophecy. Just do not get anywhere near the girl you call Teri!" Fate exclaimed.

    Chance recalled what happened in the upper part of the library and remembered his personal knight''s hostile behavior towards the child. First, it was Alec, now it was Fate. He wondered why does the two of them dislike the little girl so much?

    "Then if you do not care, then tell me the prophecy right now."

    "You will hear it when the right time comes. Because everything that happens is fate." The spirit said.

    ''You always say that, without giving me any clues aside from my dreams...'' Chance thought.

    The human form of Fate returned to its form and it slowly fade away until it completely disappeared.

    Vanished from his side once again.

    Leaving Chance Howard all alone looking at the people of the kingdom as his surrounding slowly started to move.