The sky shattered. Along with the "Correction Forces" that were targeting Noel.

"What? You—"

"Why is it that a Headmaster 'cannot exist' in Delos?"

"Because I established it to be so."

"————Huh?"

"To be precise—"

"'With me as the last, the position of Headmaster of Delos shall be vacant forever.'"

"That is the 'fact' established for this academy."

"Wh..."

"Everett. Your power diffuses possibilities. You pry open the future and pick up convenient results—but,"

"In an established event, no branches exist."

"............"

"You stepped into a 'taboo' that should never be entered with your muddy boots. You pried open a future that doesn't exist and tried to force it into reality."

"That is the 'sin' you committed."

"A sin...? Don't make me laugh! I'm the Headmaster! I have the right to do whatever I want with this world—"

"No. You are not the Headmaster."

"You're just a 'trespasser' who's about to be kicked out."

"Ahaha. That's right."

Click—The antique camera made a clear, crisp sound.

"I wanted to see that face."

"Who... who are you...?"

"I am the first Headmaster of Delos. Termina."

"The first..."

"Well, just a woman who's lived for a few hundred years. More importantly, it's time for the interview. Come on."

"Don't... screw with me..."

"No. I'm not screwing around. And this is something I'll do even if you tell me no."

"Because, I just have to ask."

"The world you were supposed to have, snatched away right before your eyes."

"Losing even the ability you relied on."

"And being driven to the edge by the students you treated like trash."

"Everett. How do you—"

"Feel right now?"

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