Chapter 399: Clear Answers

Since when did it start precisely that my life was destined to be a long confusing ride of smoke and mirrors? Was there a specific moment, an initial incident to narrow it down to, or has it always been like this all along?

A clear, concise answer seemingly feels just so hard to get these days, I've been noticing… like, Adalia comes to mind almost immediately. I lost count of how many a time I've hounded her for an answer as to why her sister was hounding me, and as always… I'd get a silence and a door in the face as my answer for the time being.

Speaking of Amelia, after that purely, absolutely, coincidental bump-in with that smarmy-looking, four-eyed Magus, I went on a warpath at home searching high and low for any sign of her knowing just as pure and absolute that she knew something about it, but if you're sensing the pattern here, you'd pretty much know that, of course, Amelia was nowhere to be seen when she actually most needed.