Left with his thoughts, Vanitas considered what to do with the entity known as Kafka Rossweisse.
For a child to have appeared with the Sword Saint's blessings, he surely had to have something special with him. After all, this world did not choose those who would be blessed with power on a whim.
What was certain, however, was that those with power were bound for a life full of tragedy ahead.
"How old are you?"
"Eight."
Eight, and yet he already had the intellect befitting that of a boy older. Moreover, the boy's height seemed much more pronounce for an eight year old, clearly hinting he would grow up to be a tall man in the future.
"Rossweisse… if I recall… that's a Knight Family, isn't it?"
"Yes. Father was a Crusade member, and mother was a baker."
Despite that humble background, the boy spoke with a level of clarity that suggested proper education.
With even a modest foundation and a few natural talents, it was enough to shape him into someone like this.
