Herbert's thought is the so-called — my fate is determined by myself, not by the heavens.
Although this phrase sounds quite naïve due to its use in various clichés, it's actually not wrong in itself.
The only things that truly belong to you are those you have in your own hands.
"..."
The Blood Moon Goddess gazed intently at the boy in front of her, not asking whether Herb would regret it but directly starting to recount the half-remaining prophecy.
She said:
"[... After fulfilling all your wishes, you will die.]"
Herbert listened, furrowing his brow, nodding slowly as he waited for what would come next.
Die?
What a terrible turn of events.
But after waiting a while, the follow-up didn't arrive.
Hmm?
"Is that it?"
"That's it."
Herbert: ?
No, how about the next part?
The rest? The upcoming chapter?
Ending it here, is that it?
Wait... does that mean that's really it?
"Huh? Just that simple?"
"Just that simple!"
