But this is of no importance now.
A clever woman always knows how to ease the burden of the man she admires.
Adel is clever enough, and she understands that she does not need to stupidly wait for a hundred years before taking action. She decides to use these hundred years as a prelude, so that tonight a century hence will become the culmination of her emotions with Master Murphy, rather than their beginning.
Heh, only fools expend their efforts on the day of the competition itself. In reality, the results of every contest are already determined before the starting gun goes off.
Hmm, thank you, Midnight Mother, for blessing me with this wisdom, thank you for bestowing upon me this charm, and thank you for allowing me to be born in such a bewitching form, sparing me the time to sculpt myself into perfection.
Adel, you truly are a fortunate one.
Of course, Adel has not forgotten to thank her "personal advisor on matters of the heart."
