Why The Hell is Fate Trying to Kill Me?

Chapter 57 Understanding Fate

"Do you want to change your fate, my lady? Or do you want to understand it?"

As the question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating in the silence of my room. I looked at Adel as her face was illuminated by the dim light of the moon.

I was confused by her words. To me, they sounded like the same path to survival.

"Is there a difference between them?" I asked her. "If I don't change the ending of the book, surely I will die... If I just understand it, isn't that just accepting the inevitable? Isn't that just watching myself walk towards my own death?"

I looked down at the red book on the table as my hands clenched into fists.

"I tried to change it with the orphanage... I tried to save Bo's daughter... and the result was ashes," I whispered as the guilt resurfaced in my chest. "If changing it leads to this retaliation, and understanding it leads to death, what choice do I have?"

Adel just shook her head slowly. "No, my lady. They are vastly different."

She took a step closer to the desk, and her gaze shifted to the book.

"To change fate is to fight the flow with your bare hands. Imagine a river, to change fate, it means you fight the river's current with your bare hands," Adel began to explain with her steady and calm voice. "It is what you did with the four children and the orphanage. You saw the result written in this book, and you tried to erase it by force. You acted blindly, only seeing the end you wanted to avoid."

She paused for a moment and looked back at me.

"That is changing it. You fight the outcome, and as Gennaia told you, the current fight back. It creates retaliation. You tried to break the dam without knowing where the water would go."

"Then what is understanding it?"

"To understand fate is to study the map of the river, my lady," Adel replied. "It is not looking at the ending, but looking at the flow of it. If you understand the flow, you do not need to fight the current. You navigate it. You use the flow to go where you want, without the river realising you had altered its course."

She placed a finger on the cover of my book.

"You do not stop the event. You just need to redirect it. You do not destroy the plot. You just need to steal it."

I looked at Adel as the weight of her words settled over me.

"So, you are saying... instead of trying to stop the orphanage... I should have understood who was running it first? I should have used the flow against them?"

"Precisely," Adel answered. "Changing fate is an act of desperation. However, understanding fate is an act of strategy. So, which path will you choose, my lady?"

I took a deep breath. "I want to understand it..."

"Then we must study the next event immediately," Adel said. "What is the next event from the book?"

"The Hunting Gathering..."

"We need to know about the information about this gathering."

I sat at my desk and opened the red book to the date of Hunting Gathering, 761 NE-08-17. I read the entry carefully.

The Hunting Gathering. The Royal Family and the Eight Dukes assemble. The Crown Prince enters the forest and returns with the Grand Prize—a White Stag.

I continue reading with my eyes narrowed at the text that dictated my own future.

In front of the court and the Dukes, the Crown Prince does not present the prize to her mother, the Queen, or his betrothed, Aurelia. He awards his hunting prize to 'Her'. Using this shock to capture the court's attention. 'She' uses the moment to speak with the Duchess of the North, Valerie Valerius, influencing her to support her cause against the house of Aurelius.