But just as the myths record Paris daring to forsake Hera and Athena, choosing the obviously weaker Aphrodite, it is enough to see that he is a "qualified" Chaos Hero.
To stake his life in a moment of pride, to attack a kingdom for the sake of beauty, or even to flaunt his own abilities by challenging the Gods, only to ultimately be subdued by divine punishment and curses.
The Prince of Troy was just such a being, and he saw nothing wrong with it.
"...All right, if that's your request, then I agree to it."
"Today's business ends here. You will get what you desire."
Nodding slowly, since Paris sought such a power, Laine would give it to him.
Reaching out, Laine broke off a branch from the nearest tree, stripping it until only a stick with seven knots remained.
Applying slight pressure, the stick pierced his finger, and the blood dyed the stick crimson.
Laine then inserted it into Atropos's bleeding wound, like two attracting magnets, mixing the dark gold blood with the stick.
The blood of a "human" and the blood of a "god," destiny intertwining with destiny.
Paris got his reward by stabbing "Death" – the Fate, and his compensation came from this.
Time ticked away second by second, until the color drained from her face. Atropos's wound no longer dripped dark golden fluid, and the nearly two-palm-long stick had significantly changed in appearance.
The seven natural segments of the wood were aligned as regularly as the phalange of a finger.
Fine lines ran along the grain of the wood, like veins and skin.
Exhaling deeply, Laine handed it to the young prince, who received it with a face full of puzzlement.
"This is what you asked for, the 'Power' that can fulfill your wish."
"Power, why don't I feel it?"
Frowning, Paris was somewhat disappointed.
Could a bloodstained stick really help him bring back Helen?
Holding the base of the stick, the young prince was momentarily unsure what to do.
There was no special sensation, just an ordinary branch that seemed easily breakable... However, just as Paris was about to question further, he suddenly had a strange intuition.
Raising the stick above his head, he pointed the tip towards The Sky.
In the next moment, right before the prince's eyes, the clouds above the entire Mountain began to rotate.
Bit by bit, they formed a vast vortex.
In just a short time, The Sky had darkened.
Without knowing the principle, not understanding how he had done it, it seemed like he merely 'wanted' it this way, and everything was achieved.
The prince looked at the Smith beside him with surprise, but by now, Laine was no longer looking at him.
"This is what you wanted."
"You thought she was a witch... so she can also be."
"You do not understand what witchcraft is, so you still don't understand."
"But it doesn't matter, because as the key and core of this event, it originated from you, and rightly belongs to you."
"You may think of it as, the reward you got 'after conquering Destiny'."
"I... conquered Destiny?"
His expression stunned, but Paris quickly accepted this fact.
There was no issue; after all, he had seen the future and changed it himself.
This was his declaration of triumph over Destiny, and the turning point of his life.
With an excited expression, Paris gestured downward, making the leaves in the entire Mountain dance in the wind.
However, just as the prince was excitedly trying out his new toy, Laine's voice inappropriately rang out.
"Your Highness, are you satisfied with it?"
"Of course, I couldn't be more satisfied."
Paris quickly nodded, as if afraid Laine might take it back.
Even if Laine reached out to take it back now, the prince probably would not agree... Seeing this scene, Laine simply continued,
"I'm glad you're satisfied, but at the end of everything, I have one last piece of advice for you."
"You've defeated others with someone else's weapon and achieved victory in this way, ultimately receiving this gift from Destiny."
"However, mystery always submits to a higher mystery; the power obtained in this way will also submit to a stronger force."
"If you want to possess it forever, just remember not to let the same thing happen to you."
"Otherwise, Atropos' today will be your tomorrow."
"Hahaha... I see, thank you for your advice."
"Speaking of which, since the finished product has appeared in this world, how about you, sir, give your masterpiece a name?"
Not knowing whether he had listened, Paris laughed out loud, then immediately invited.
Watching this scene, a distant memory suddenly surged into Laine's heart.
Although there was only one person in front of him, he was not Thanatos at this moment.
Yet this scene still made Laine feel as if in another life.
"It can be a wizard's tool for casting spells, perhaps it will give rise to imitations... let's call it 'The Wand.'"
"As for its unique appellation..."
"Since it is the earliest born of its kind in the world, calling it 'The Elder Wand' seems apt."
As he spoke, his spirituality slightly stirred.
At that moment, Laine felt his human side stabilize a bit.
The Elder Wand... he wondered what surprises the other two Fates far away on Mount Nysa had for him.
The Northern Lands of the continent, miles of frost.
As the sanctuary of The Three Fates, Mount Nysa was a place forbidden to All Spirits.
It might be Life's instinct fearing, or perhaps The Fates simply preferred seclusion.
So much so that not a single living being could be seen across the thousands of miles of mountain ranges.
Clotho was busy spinning threads for all beings, and Lachesis was measuring their lengths.
Without interaction, no one dared to disturb, and the two goddesses were each completing their work on opposite sides of Mount Nysa.
Such days had passed for who knows how long... But that day, while diligently spinning thread, Clotho suddenly felt a palpitation.
An unguarded moment caused the white spindle to pierce her finger, and pale golden blood stained the loom red.
But she could not be bothered with her finger, her slender finger casually wiped away the bloodstain, and Clotho immediately mobilized her own power.
A goddess of Fate would not be injured without reason; such an improbable 'accident' could never happen to them.
It was a warning from the beyond, one that could avert disaster.
But after searching for a while, Clotho still found nothing.
"Sister... yes, and my sister!"
"I wonder if she has noticed anything."
Stepping out the door, Clotho immediately soared into the air.
The palpitation was merely a moment, but since then, she had had a bad premonition.