These people are primitive. Their ignorance makes my skin itch, every time I think of it. But It isn't their fault. I repeat that in my head like a mantra, like a religious chant, like a sacred text. Like a lie, I clearly don't believe in..
It is their fault. They are at fault, always are, and always will be. It shouldn't be my burden to uplift these savages, but here I am, doing the impossible, making miracles happen. Because of me, they progressed centuries into the future overnight. They are enlightened now both technologically and culturally, and yet they are still like that.
Yet while all of that is true, there are still levels to this. The kings and other self-proclaimed elites of this world are unscrupulous. Therefore they will be given no mercy. But, the common people aren't, they have been lied to and deceived into slavery. They deserve forgiveness, they deserve the right to rise above their limitations. They deserve freedom.
But, they can't have it. How can they? They can't. Impossible. Impossible as long as the tyrants of this world rule supreme. "But, everybody knows this" some people without foresight will say. " We ought to kill the kings and nobles." They would add, with that stupid expression on their faces.
Of course, such small creatures as them can only think of kings, dukes, and princes. They don't think of the true problem. Of the true tyrant. Of It.
They imagine that just killing the coronated heads will bring peace to this world, that somehow all the evil will disappear. But, they are just fools. Blinded by their stupidity, they merely feed into the cycle. They, albeit through ignorance and not true malice, serve It and only It.
As long as It exists, we will live how we live. Yet, these self-proclaimed revolutionaries don't even intend to rise against It. To them, such action is pure foolishness. Truly these people are just a burden to this cause.
But not all is bleak. After all, They exist as well. They are the true revolutionaries, the purest form of revolution, of rebellion against the tyrant.
Only true Them will we reach our freedom. Only true Their endless power is something like that possible. The seven of Them existed as a rebellion against It for centuries and centuries. At least that is what They told me. But, their truthfulness isn't to be questioned, especially after what they had already done. Two others claim to be a part of Them, but such impostors are barely worth mentioning.
Through Their power, we will find our future. Through Their might, we will find our strength. Through Them, we will finally see freedom.
The newly discovered part of president Natsuki Subaru's diary. Is believed to have been written around two months before his demise.
He is a naughty boy, isn't he? But, at the same time, he is only seven. At this age, some childish insubordination is expected, and in all honesty, appreciated. His mother can go on and on about how he is disruptive and a menace in general. But, if he would ever seriously take her words and put them into practice. Well, everybody knows who is first to become worried about such development.
That is why he ran around the building where the National Convention is being held. "Mom had some business with them" the child would rationalize, " They are boring, they only speak some nonsense." So he would never be content to sit quietly in the meeting room. Therefore the best solution for this problem was to let him run loose everywhere else.
He would enter any room he desired, and in general, made a large mess. But, the workers didn't seem to mind too much. They would scold him shortly, but whenever tears started to run down his eyes. The workers would stop and give him some candy as an apology.
Despite this 'harsh discipline' the boy found himself now in the worst situation possible. He decided to enter the room that held precious memorabilia, whatever that is, and snooped around a little. This room is usually heavily guarded, but for some reason now there was nobody to impede his curiosity. His attention was drawn to strange sets of tables in the middle of the room. They were much more lushly decorated than the rest. Which surely meant that whatever they held was of special importance.
But, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't see them. He tried jumping, but it didn't help much. He believed that he could see the outline of the content on top, but he wasn't sure. Yet his attempts weren't without consequences, and in one of his jumps, he accidentally launched himself at too sharp of an angle.
A loud crash could be heard as the table fell. Unfortunately still, this caused a chain reaction of a sort, and four more followed suit. But, now at least, he could see what was on top of them. Boxes it seamed.
"How boring," He thought. He will be in trouble for some stupid boxes. But, one of the boxes had opened due to the crash, and from it emerged something that the boy's eyes thought they will never see.
It was a black circular ball. That appeared like it was made from smaller circles intertwined with each other. Somehow this creature both seemed to produce and stiffen light. It was simply beautiful, breathtaking. The boy's eyes couldn't get more of this creature.
" This must be a spirit." The boy thought as he brought his hand to it in an inviting gesture. The creature seemed to react and it approached him. It spent little time on his hand before proceeding to hover all around him. It caused a strange feeling on the boy's skin, it was almost ticklish. but, it also caused him to feel safe, to feel the power. This was definitely worth any punishment mom would give him.
As he thought that, the woman in question came here. Shor on breath, due to her clear rushing here. Yet she wasn't alone, there were other adults around her. But, he didn't care for that now.
" Momy, is this a spirit?"
The curious and eager words met the virtuous woman. Who could only in response show her caring eyes. Caring eyes that showed sadness, and yet acceptance.