"Vani… tas?"
It felt surreal.
The boy she had never seen again after that night had appeared before her. And in the years that had passed, he had grown into a decent-looking man.
"Y-You're Vanitas Astrea, aren't you?"
"I am."
Vanitas remained standing, but Beatrice could see the pity in his eyes.
In truth, he had never forgotten her. But to keep that happy-looking family away from the clutches of the Astreas, he had believed there was no other choice but to stay away.
"…Why are you here?" Beatrice asked.
"I don't know," Vanitas replied. "A letter appeared in my office with this address. That's what led me here."
He had nearly dismissed it as a prank. Under normal circumstances, he would have.
But the name written on the letter had stopped him.
"Your daughter told me to come here."
"…Karina did?"
The letter had been signed "Karina Maeril."
