~Planeptune Basilicom, one year later~
Histoire put down the eighteen-chapter document, she set it aside, slumped back in her chair, and let out a long and exhausted sigh.
"Is there something wrong, Lady Histoire?" The Planeptune official asked.
"You aren't the person who wrote this, right?" Histoire pleaded, as looked away toward the window next to her.
"No ma'am. This was merely a collection of witness reports, personal statements, and speculation from various sources across Gamindustri. I'm afraid it was the best we could do."
"I'm going to be frank with you…" Histoire shook her head in disbelief. "This reads like a trashy fanfiction someone wrote in their free time. And they didn't have a lot of free time."
The official looked down in shame as they took the document and exited the room.
"C'mon guys…" Histoire turned on the television in front of her desk. The news station was broadcasting a report about the rise of upheaval and rioting in Lastation. "If we can't get our own history right… we're only going to repeat it. And I've seen enough wars in my lifetime…"