"How can fate not be changed?" Yulia's heart was beating wildly and she immediately questioned: "For example, if I commit suicide directly, wouldn't that conflict with the fate you see? Or if I don't dodge the enemy's attack in battle,

Then he will die, right? If the result of your divination must be correct, will I not die no matter how hard I get beaten?"

"It is precisely because of your personality that you will not commit suicide, nor will you take the initiative to accept death in battle, so the fate I see is like this. Do you understand, Miss Yulia?" The fortune teller chuckled, and his eyes seemed like

Looking at Yulia's expression under the hood: "Or... it's not impossible that there is no way to die when you want to die."

Yulia: "...That's nonsense! If the result of your divination is that I died because of something, then I might still be half-convinced. But what you are saying now has no logic at all!"

Fortune teller: "Oh, don't you want to believe me, miss? Hahaha... no wonder. After all, I look too suspicious. And the results of the divination surprised me..."

Fortune teller: "In that case...how about I do a little divination for you again? If you find it to be effective, then you should believe it, right?"

Yulia: "Little divination...?"

Fortune teller: "I'm just here to predict what will happen when you get home tonight."

Fortune teller: "This divination is very simple. You don't need a crystal ball. Just use Tarot cards... Come on, Miss Yulia. I want to choose five cards."

Yulia watched the fortune teller arrange the upside-down tarot cards in a row, frowned slightly, and pointed at five cards with his finger.

The fortune teller arranges the cards in the shape of a five-pointed star in the order in which she selected them, and then turns them over one after another.

Fortune teller: "Hehehe...the order of the Arcana...can be seen."

Fortune teller: "When you go home, you will encounter a scene where certain utensils are broken... To put it simply, vases, tableware and other things will be broken."

These words made Yulia feel very uneasy.

Because the fortune teller was too specific.

She didn't say anything else, she just stood up anxiously and walked home.

The fortune teller watched her leave with a teasing smile under his hood.

But there was no smile in his eyes.

"Ah, you're back!"

Yulia opened the door with a tired look on her face and saw Makiko Kodera coming to greet her.

The red-haired girl's outfit made Yulia stunned.

"Makiko, is this... a maid outfit?"

"Well! I thought about how bad it would be to hang out at your house all the time eating and drinking, so I thought about helping with the housework! Of course, wearing a maid outfit would be more suitable!"

"Hey? No need!" Yulia shook her head quickly and said, "Are you a guest? How can I let you do the job of a maid!"

"Don't mind! It feels good to dress up as a maid occasionally!" As Makiko Kodera said this, she blushed, touched her head, and said with a smile: "By the way, do you think I can wear a maid uniform?"

Pretty cute?"

"Well, that's true..." Yulia smiled bitterly, raised the paper bag with the pie in her hand, and shook it: "I brought you something delicious! Their pie tastes very good."

"Oh! That's great! Yulia always thinks of me when she encounters something delicious! I'll take it and heat it up!"

Yulia nodded and handed the paper bag to her.

Afterwards, Yulia took the lead in coming to the living room, took off her half-plate armor, sat at the table, stared at the hanging paintings under the bright light, and took a breath.

Sure enough, I can calm down better at home.
Chapter completed!