"Because that was a facade, and now I no longer need it," Hydral looked down upon the earth below, speaking with utter nonchalance.
"Tolerance and benevolence, order and peace—those were all disguises I adopted to overcome my enemies. Now, there's no longer any need for such pretense."
In this plane, no force or power could hinder Ansel, no individual could defy his will. He no longer needed to maintain a facade for self-preservation or balance. He could now reign over the Empire as the purest embodiment of a sovereign!
"But it wasn't all a facade, you truly—"
You truly were such a kind person.
Marlina wanted to say this, but fell silent upon meeting Ansel's deep sea-blue eyes.
"Clement was right."
"I am a hypocritical monster, a malevolent devil."
To conquer fate, one must become such a monster and devil.
