Chapter 16 (2/2)

How long are you going to keep on calling me mom for…?

About now, it was basically a battle of the minds.

Someone had to break down first…

But everyone knew that this was an unfair fight.

In terms of being outnumbered, the strength of justifications, and being realistic, I was destined to lose.

My only ‘reason for not going to Winterwald’ is the fact that I know what the future holds.

Even if I die, I can’t present such evidence to them.

My other opposition Rüdiger solemnly spoke,

“Residents of Winterwald are wealthy enough to take care of more than one person if need be.”

He continued so that I couldn’t disagree,

“If you appreciate the rural, idyllic environment, I can have that kind of environment in the castle built for you. If you wish to live like a princess in a castle, that can also happen. Whether you enjoy meat, vegetarian or healthy foods, we can provide whatever meal you desire. You can delight in everything in the Winterwald residence.”

Whatever excuse escaped my lips, he was confident that money could satisfy it!

At the 2 men’s display of strong will, I broke into tears and I had no other option but to nod in agreement, ultimately speechless.

Well. It looks like I’m going to Winterwald after all, how sad.

Chapter 2. I Know What The Future Holds, Yet Nothing Is Going As Planned (based on the ebook)

I just felt sorry for Luca…

Taking care of Luca wasn’t that big of a deal, but I didn’t realize Luca would change this much because of it.

By treating him well was like a boomerang returning to its thrower.

Was my altering the story, even a just little bit, reaping what I sowed?

Uh…

I honestly forgot for a split second that everything had a price in a transmigration novel.

If I were to let the original plot proceed as written, it always ended up straying off on a different path, however, if I chose to take an alternate route from the original path, then it ended up following the initial plot; such was the terrible price I had to pay with that mysterious power.

Put simply, if I wanted to change my tastes, that couldn’t happen; it was impossible; there was no way for it to go that way, basically.