Watching her younger sister prepare to end the conversation, Quinna hurriedly said, "How about I set a limit, then? A thousand times… five hundred times, just five hundred times! I've already compromised by half! If we move quickly, we can wrap it up in three months!"

"Quinna, have you lost your mind!?" Nona scolded, her voice rising. "Can't you just—"

"No," Quinna set down her spoon. "I'm getting a little tired of this cake. I don't want to eat it anymore. To me, most things in this world are like this cake. They are either completely uninteresting, or they get boring as quickly as they catch my attention."

Quinna looked at her sister. "For all these years, only you and Annan have brought me continuous joy. It's rare for someone to actually keep me interested, so naturally I want to enjoy it to the fullest before letting go. Besides, there's another, far more important reason."

Nona froze, the realization dawning instantly. "The future of the family?"

"Since the Gospel seems so fond of pairing Ashe and me together, I'll simply stay with him," the elf leader said, resting her chin on her hand. "If it helps the Senheisers safely navigate through the chaotic era ahead, I don't mind making Annan suffer a little."

Whether through the proper rankings, the Family Rankings, or the absurd Happiness Rankings, the Gospel had tightly bound together the fates of the Senheisers, Quinna, Nona, and Ashe.

With the future shrouded in chaos, Ashe was indeed the officially designated savior...