Ezra Kaelus had always hated nobles.
That much had never changed, and it likely never would.
But if he were to claim he still hated every noble the same way he once did, that would no longer be the truth.
So when that sudden revelation was thrown at him, a truth he had once tried to suppress and forget, it felt as though everything inside him collapsed at once.
——My mother… the Imperial Queen… ordered the purge.
What unsettled him the most was the indifferent way Astrid had delivered it. She had simply laid the truth out before him and let it stand on its own.
For a moment, Ezra had wondered if it was some kind of cruel joke.
The Astrid he remembered had been a blunt and spoiled girl who grew up in the comfort of royal gardens. Someone like her openly condemning her own family for the sake of his truth felt almost absurd.
