Despite all I knew about this world—its history, its future, and the countless important figures within it—there was one truth I couldn't grasp.
Vanitas Astrea.
Nothing about him was clear. One fact pointed in one direction, another contradicted it entirely.
"Sigh."
I clutched my head. My life would've been much easier if I had all of his memories.
One thing was certain. His actions weren't as simple as I once thought. The abuse of his sister, the suffering he caused to those around him…. there had to be layers to it.
I had always been open to different perspectives, knowing that every story had multiple sides. Yet, when it came to Vanitas Astrea, I had judged him harshly without truly understanding.
Perhaps I needed to reconsider. If I truly wanted to uncover the truth, I had to accept the possibility—however much I hated it—that there may have been some justification for his actions.