"As for the people who truly caused this disaster."
"They never received the punishment they deserved."
"Instead, they continued to exploit these children and this disaster to consolidate their power and enjoy their superior status."
That was the most ironic part.
Those red-eyed children who were pelted with stones, cursed at, and driven away in the streets and alleys every day.
They were not merely innocent victims.
Even their identity as [victims] had been forced upon them.
From the moment they were born, they had been designed to be scapegoats.
-to take the blows for the true sinners.
Find a scapegoat, heap all the blame on it, and then continue committing evil with a clear conscience.
From ancient human sacrifices to medieval witch hunts to ethnic cleansing in modern times.
Only the form changed.
The essence remained the same.
As long as there was someone to hate, the crowd's fury had an outlet.
The true culprits could instead hide behind that torrent of rage and remain unscathed.
The room was terrifyingly quiet.
Outside the window, the last glow of the setting sun had faded completely.
Was this the truth of this world?
Kisara Tendo felt as though something had lodged firmly in her chest.
"But."
"Those things you just said..."
"I still can't fully believe them..."
"I'm not some stupid woman waiting for a prince to save her."
"You saved me and told me these secrets, so you must have an agenda."
"But if you really want me to go with you..."
"I... I still have unfinished business..."
With that said.
Kisara Tendo lowered her head.
"Miss Tendo."
But.
Who would have thought.
Haimo suddenly addressed her by that name.
Kisara Tendo instantly raised her head.
She had never told this man her name.
"I know a lot of things."