Veronica stood in the meeting hall of the Octagon, her expression a complicated mess as she delved into her thoughts.
She'd been around the longest, having been the first Homunculi to be created by the Great Families roughly 1100 years ago.
Since that time, she'd had to live with the fact that she and the rest of her kin were needed for the defense of mankind against those seeking to wipe them out.
It was a heavy responsibility but so far, she'd been able to hold on even as it weighed down heavily on her shoulders.
Perhaps not as much as Ana, but she had also seen the Empire face potential destruction but never like what they were currently facing.
It almost seemed like they were facing off against the same world they were meant to be protecting.
Pretty ironic, she couldn't help but mutter inwardly, causing a self-deprecating chuckle to escape her lips.
