Bologue looked at his damp palms, complex emotions rose in his heart, both joy and sorrow, a weight so heavy it made Bologue struggle to breathe... These were not Bologue’s emotions, but Aimou’s.
In the long silence, not a sound could be heard, Bologue and Aimou remained silent, neither of them breaking the tranquility first.
Bologue moved chanically, continuously feeding cake from the plate into his mouth. He ate slowly, but the cake was not endless, and he finished it.
At the center of the dining table, half of the birthday cake remained. Only then did Bologue rember sothing. He pulled the birthday cake over, placed three candles on the remaining half, and lit them, the warm glow illuminating Bologue’s face.
Sitting on the chair, the candles burned almost halfway before Bologue spoke.
"What wish do you want to make?"
"I’m thinking."
"Hmm? I thought a wish would be sothing you’d always rember." Bologue didn’t expect Aimou would have to think up a wish on the spot.
"I know, but so wishes are re fantasies, ones you know from the start won’t co true, only to be hidden in your heart as an expectation."
Aimou paused, a touch of smile in her voice, "It’s not often I have soone to celebrate my birthday with, so I want to make a wish that might co true."
Bologue did not ask what Aimou’s fantasy was, he rely remained silent.
"I’ve made it."
Bologue nodded, then blew out the candles.
The room fell into dimness, the only remaining light was the azure-gold in Bologue’s eyes.
Bologue’s mood was calm and contemplative, while Aimou started to feel sowhat awkward and embarrassed.
She saw the tears Bologue wiped away, knowing they stemd from herself, tasting the birthday cake’s flavor through Bologue’s taste. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and correspondingly, her emotions grew increasingly complex.
Her thoughts were like a storm, and at the eye of that quiet storm, Aimou’s dark thoughts were being nurtured.
"Then... I should leave now."
Having tasted the birthday cake, Aimou felt extrely satisfied at this mont, not daring to wish for anything more, preparing to dissolve the Secret Energy.
"Can you continue the aberration of the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid?"
Bologue suddenly asked, as a silver snake crawled up his finger.
"What’s wrong?" Aimou didn’t understand why Bologue asked this all of a sudden.
"You understand this aberrated product the best, and only your Secret Energy can make it more complex and bizarre... As I advance, it will eventually be unable to keep up with my strength. I need your help for a new round of qualitative change."
"Oh... no problem." It was originally Aimou’s creation, she knew the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid very well.
The conversation once again fell into silence, sotis their talks flowed smoothly, while other tis, like now, both were hesitant, unsure of what to say next.
"Then Teda will only return tomorrow?" Bologue asked again.
"Yes, what’s up."
Aimou was sowhat puzzled about what Bologue was planning to do.
"So, even if we leave, no one will know, right?" Bologue cautiously said.
"But the Void Realm will record it."
Aimou ntioned the Void Realm that enveloped the Alchemy Workshop, protecting it and keeping vigilant over every visitor.
"As Teda’s assistant student, you should also know how to clear the records, right?" Bologue’s voice lowered.
It was only then that Aimou belatedly realized sothing, even as the Ether fell silent, the golden rings in Bologue’s eyes continued to brighten.
"You an..."
Aimou’s voice also lowered, as if she were conspiring with Bologue.
"Do you want to give it a try? This is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity," Bologue continued to entice.
After a brief silence, a powerful voice resonated in Bologue’s mind.
"Alright!"
Bologue’s mood turned to excitent, unsure if it was his own or Aimou’s excitent, but light shone in both their eyes.
Reaching for the suitcase containing Aimou’s clothes, Bologue donned his coat and pushed open the Alchemy Workshop’s door, stepping directly into the dense fog without a hint of hesitation.
...
The somber street was painted with splendid neon lights, filled with citizens in strange costus, laughing as they moved toward their next destination.
Songs lingered among the buildings, and airships glided low, massive celebratory banners hung down, stirring cheers and excitent that even ward the winter snow of the cold days.
Each year during the Vow Festival, residents would gather here in the Agreent District, following the street march with the enormous floats, starting this grand parade.
To prevent chaos, at this ti, Opus’s sheriffs would all turn out in full force, their presence found in every corner of the Agreent District, maintaining order and controlling the heated atmosphere.
Everyone gathered in the Agreent District, making the other districts in Opus seem rather desolate by comparison, although there were so prepared activities, they paled in comparison to the grand festivity in the Agreent District.
Teda walked through the Agreent District streets, laboriously weaving through the crowded people.
Having stayed in the Great Rift for so long, spending every day accompanied by Alchemy, Teda could no longer recall the last ti he saw so many people. Now, seeing such a crowd made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable.
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