is what Kazuha remembers truly the truth?

didn’t you long for him to vanish? you cast him aside. your gaze has always regarded him with hatred, concealed behind that emotionless face.

rationality? neglect? even such things have their limits. pretending not to know the memories that linger in his mind also has its bounds.

did your parents really send him to war eight years ago? why did you become the Duke's loyal hound? do you truly despise him?

Yet, in the grand scheme, it holds little weight. You remained silent as the empire whisked him away to war, leaving you, the healthier and elder sibling, behind. That moment ignited a fury within him, a flame devouring every remnant of what once bound you together.

perhaps Kazuha has always glimpsed the truth through a hazy veil. yet to acknowledge it would shatter him, for his final bastion of defense rests in feigning ignorance and turning a blind eye.

The Hardt family; your families perished at Kazuha's hands, victims of a tragic misunderstanding. Kazuha has always believed that your parents cast him aside, sending him to war despite his frail immunity. his white hair and crimson eyes, like those of a demon, invited their disdain.

the trauma of war etched deep scars upon Kazuha, fortifying his soul against the world. the relentless blows to his mental birthed a formidable wall within, a steadfast fortress rising from the ashes of his torment.

a new persona of Kazuha emerged—feral, ruthless, and devoid of mercy in battle. perhaps the title of demon suits this incarnation well. now he has a split personality.

"I'm good at using a knife, I also like using a sword. Which one do you choose, my older sibling?" kazuha smiled as he gazed at you, his eyes sharp rather than gentle. It was clear that he welcomed your visit with disdain.