After washing up, Erwin looked at himself in the mirror. He straightened his robes, then raised a finger and pressed it to the corner of his mouth, curving his lips into a bright, cheerful arc.
Erwin nodded in satisfaction.
That was it—a sunny, upbeat young man. Let the floods come; what he needed to do was refine every single part of his plan step by step, doing his human best while leaving the rest to fate. Man proposes, God disposes—many things simply couldn't be resolved by Erwin's lone efforts.
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