Friday, November 23rd, 2030…
At long last, everything has been arranged.
Just two days ago, I was making the final preparations regarding some of my old documents.
I stumbled across a rather interesting portrait, one that has still not left my mind. I would be lying if I said the thought of Hassan and the drawing doesn't terrify me even now.
After all, this implies many things.
'Hassan may have been acting on the behest of Lady Anastasia. That means… she was the one who practically led me to the Lerois Cathedral and ensured our team formed in the end. If she could influence my life to this extent, then I can only wonder what was her arrangement and what wasn't.' I can't help but deeply consider this matter.
Most importantly, I keep wondering if Lady Anastasia is the one responsible for my regression.
It would make complete sense if she were the one.
But why wouldn't she tell me?
No, why would she?
