"Continue."
Seraphielle ordered.
Lord Light gritted his teeth in hesitation, but he did what his Goddess ordered him to do.
"We acted."
He began, reminding himself that he wasn't powerless.
"We gathered as many recording crystals as we could and destroyed them. We tracked down sites where they appeared, we confiscated copies and punished those spreading them inside our controlled worlds."
Then, Lord Light paused for a moment and then—
"And we… removed supporting evidence wherever we could."
He spoke in a heavy tone.
Was it a confession?
In some way, yes.
Ever since the beginning, Lord Light or any Light Born had never once denied the accusations the Anomaly threw at them.
They were all true; they knew it.
They just… never cared.
Until now.
"We erased old archives.
We sealed historical vaults.
We burned records that could be used against us.
We relocated witnesses.
And… we forced silence where silence was needed."
