Even if it is just a flimsy piece of paper as proof, a casual promise, or an inexplicable recognition, it’s enough to keep you strong.
Yes, your wish is really small."
As Bologue spoke, Aimou climbed out of the dumpster. She walked out of the alley with her back to Bologue, who also climbed out.
Their pace was steady, not too fast or slow, maintaining a safe distance.
Bologue suddenly said, "Are you afraid that I will reject you?"
He rembered the dilemma Aimou had ntioned—a choice that could only be made by oneself, as relying on others might lead to greater harm.
With that in mind, Bologue began to realize the importance of a healthy educational environnt for individual awareness. Look at what Teda had turned Aimou into.
"Aimou, you only have the theories of humans but never put them into practice. If you don’t try, you’ll never know what will happen.
Just like your fear of my rejection. If you don’t ask for my help, how will you know whether I’ll refuse you or help you?"
Aimou stopped, speaking without turning her head, "Because I understand you. You’re an expert, a cold-blooded and efficient expert, who only makes rational and decisive choices without letting personal emotions influence you."
Aimou had shared joyous and bloody experiences with Bologue. She knew well the deanor of this expert when he was working.
"Is that all? Then your understanding of is too shallow," Bologue shook his head. "Since things are like this, why not give it a try?"
Silence lingered between them. A strong ether reaction rose in the distance, like a Death God claiming their ti for chatting was running out.
"Why did you save in the Abandoned Land?" Aimou asked. "You gave the ether and went into dormancy yourself."
"It’s just dormancy, not truly dying. Besides, we’re brothers through life and death, aren’t we?"
Bologue then recounted his old banter with Palr, "I once devised a plan with Palr. If we ever encounter an unbeatable situation, I allowed Palr to use as a at shield to carry away from the battlefield.
You understand what I an, right? He runs in front, and I take the bullets behind him. After all, I’m not an Undead, am I?"
Aimou couldn’t help but laugh. The image was absurdly comical even in imagination.
"My God, Bologue, it’s always like this, it’s always like this..."
"Why ’always like this’?"
"Every ti I decide, you always co out and show a little hope. Like that ti in the Abandoned Land, if you hadn’t given the ether, I would have already started my plan."
"Is it the sa this ti?"
"Probably. Honestly, rembering such an embarrassing look is terrible, but you’re an Undead, and I can’t kill you to silence you."
"Ahahaha," Bologue laughed a few tis. "You said you trust ."
"But the more I trust you, the more I dare not express my requests to you. If you reject too, it would be too heartbreaking."
"Why do you think I would definitely reject you? You also need to ask to know the answer, don’t you?"
The conversation fell silent and remained so for a long ti, until a hesitant voice broke it.
"Then... the ti for choice has co, Bologue Lazarus."
Aimou turned around, her words growing firm and devoid of any emotion.
"Are you going to act as an expert of the Order Bureau and apprehend to maintain their assets, or will you remain as my friend, doing nothing and letting go to pursue my own wish?"
Bologue did not respond, and Aimou took a deep look at him before turning to leave.
Aimou felt an inexplicable lightness as Bologue did not stop her but let her go, which should have been the best ending. Yet she still felt a bit sad, not knowing where this sadness stemd from.
As Aimou was about to leave the alley, a wall of earth shot up, blocking her path. Her body was pulled into the air, caught by the Silver Hand, dragging her back to Bologue’s side.
"Are you really going to stop !"
As expected, no one would choose her, not even Bologue. He was a ruthless expert, and she was rely his mission objective.
Aimou turned around to punch, but her punch hit the air, t instead by an embrace.
Aimou froze; Bologue’s shout echoed in her ears, further confusing her already bewildered mind.
"I choose the third option!
I want to maintain the Order Bureau’s properties while helping you fulfill your wish!"
Bologue released Aimou, then grabbed her face with both hands, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"Do you understand now, Aimou!"
Aimou was utterly stunned, unable to comprehend the situation. She had never expected such a developnt. She tried to break free from Bologue’s grasp, but her body wouldn’t obey, standing there like a scolded child.
"Damn it, listen! Aimou!
I acknowledge your existence, affirm the soul within you, and believe in everything about you!"
Aimou didn’t reminisce; her mind could no longer handle this. She was completely sluggish.
Bologue quickly explained with none of his previous gentleness left, his tone extrely stern, "After the next ti reversal, find a way to escape and et here, do you understand?"
Bologue practically shouted it.
"If you don’t try, you’ll never know what will happen. Even if I dismantle the cage trapping you completely, if you’re unwilling to take that first step yourself, no one can save you. Do you understand?
You’re just one step away, Aimou, step out, wait for here. I will co to save you!"
No sooner had his words fallen than the Negative Power User’s ether response lood near, a roaring sound wave destroying the street, with thick roots closing in on the pair.
The King’s Shield Guards had arrived, their oppressive ether presence like an approaching storm.
"Rember! Step out!"
Bologue roared, extinguishing the radiant light on Aimou’s chest.
The Fantasy Species damaged, a brilliant white light exploded in an instant, sweeping around and swallowing the entire city. After reaching its peak, it collapsed again.
When Aimou regained her sight, she had returned to the starting point of everything.
In this familiar hideout, Aimou looked sowhat dazed as scenes from before kept playing before her eyes, filling her mind.
She was puzzled about what was happening, indescribable thoughts tangled in her mind like venomous snakes biting each other.
A fuzzy touch lingered in her chest, as if the earlier embrace was just an illusion.
This was no illusion. Aimou believed it was real, undeniably real.
Sothing moved in the stillness, Aimou lifted her head to find the record player, its record spinning slowly like a vortex, swallowing everything in the world into a pitch-black abyss with the singing never ceasing, rising from the shadows.
"Break through the darkness, dispel the suffering.
Bestow blessings, welco rebirth."
Aimou didn’t know how to describe her feelings at this mont, her hands began to tremble, causing her entire body to shake as well.
The halo in her eyes contracted sharply, as if seeking help from the door.
Bologue’s words arrived in her ears, reigniting an extinguished fla that flickered into countless stars in the wind.
Step out!
Aimou hesitantly got up and began to walk, her pace quickening, her eyes becoming more determined.
"Examine your soul, touch your heart."
The small room suddenly expanded greatly, like a boundless prairie, even if Aimou used all her strength, she couldn’t escape this place.
But this ti, Aimou didn’t stop. She saw the towering doorway, beyond which lay her wish.
Step out!
The darkness behind her stirred, and in a trance, it seed as though countless hands were reaching out to drag Aimou back into the darkness, but she didn’t care, running forward without a backward glance.
Step out!
The darkness howled and faded, the lody of destruction cheered unabatedly. Countless people celebrated this mont, united in voice, praising the Saint, a chorus of jubilation!
"So radiant! So holy!
He is the Saint!"
Aimou pushed open the heavy door and stepped out, rushing toward redemption.
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