This night had been nothing short of an exhausting roller coaster. There were too many things to process. Too many thoughts that demanded my attention.
But above all else, one thought mattered to me the most.
"...."
The Imperial Queen, Julia Barielle.
Franz, Irene, and Astrid's mother.
That woman… Deep in my heart, I felt it, a connection I couldn't just simply ignore.
To Vanitas Astrea, she was his benefactor.
And with that realization, an indescribable guilt settled over me, gnawing at the edges of my mind.
"...."
It hurt.
A sharp, stabbing sensation—like a blade buried deep in my chest, threatening to crumble my heart into pieces.
On the surface, I might have seemed composed, but in reality, I was completely lost in my world, all while trying my best to entertain the people who approached me.
"Haa…."
The entire night had been a whirlwind.
The Saintess.
Nietzsche's strange words.
That vision I saw when I looked at Astrid.
