"If there hadn't been an accident, father would have inevitably died by your hand, maybe even earlier than now. Because, brother, your patience is always worse than mine. So, don't feel unjust; today's events were destined."
"Fujiwara Reiki, no matter how eloquent you are, you can never cleanse your act of patricide. Even if no one knows, you will eventually face the judgment of fate!"
The judgment of fate.
How weak, powerless.
"Brother, do you still believe in fate?"
"Fate can be rewritten."
"If fate is truly so great, then you shouldn't be here now; you should be in mother's bedroom, or mine, right?"
Fujiwara Takuya's expression changed again and again, feeling a chill at the back of his neck despite his thoughts being accurately hit.
"You... madwoman!"
