He had to find a way to remove the entry.
He couldn't possibly expect a third fairy to descend, could he? How could there be so many fairies in the world, and fairies who from a young age kept themselves pure with their virginity intact? It was completely unrealistic.
If he had still been a youth, he might have hoped for the arrival of a third fairy, but he was already very old, having lived for thousands of years. He had begun to stop pondering those impractical matters.
No one would retain their youth forever, and no one...
Just then—
He suddenly realized he was immovably fixed to the rocking chair, a vast force firmly suppressed him. At the same time, countless seven-colored snowflakes softly fell from the sky to the ground.
This familiar sensation, this familiar scene.
As expected.
The next moment.
