Endless Debt Chapter 524 - 37: Regret Follows Like a Shadow

It must be said, Palr is truly inexplicable—even his love story is more outrageous than any ordinary person’s.

Palr downed several bottles of alcohol in a row, trying to climb out of the abyss of these awful mories, muttering non-stop, "From the outco, it seems good, but I always feel sothing isn’t right..."

Bologue comforted, "Well, with your brain, it’s better not to think about these things."

"No, no, no, I’m still a bit angry; this is a major life event for , after all, and they just dealt with it so carelessly?"

Palr always felt sothing was wrong with his life, like the coming-of-age ceremony back then, those evil, crazy stories got instilled in him so easily, and then ca this engagent...

It seems every incredibly important event in his life ultimately ended in a casual manner.

"Since then, I’ve been in a cold war with Vasilina for a while. I think I still like her, but not as much as before. My old man doesn’t communicate with , I can understand, but she actually doesn’t say anything about this to ... It really makes angry."

Bologue asked, "What happened later?"

It was clear that Palr and Vasilina reconciled over sothing, and Bologue vaguely guessed why.

"Later? Then ca the event that changed my fate. The Church and I were attacked by the Order of the Fiery Blight, and in a pinch, I beca a Debtor."

Palr often ntioned his experiences back then, mostly to brag, but this ti was different; he rarely talked about his psychological activities during that ti.

"You all are Undead, perhaps you can’t comprehend these.

I was scared to death back then, enemies everywhere, the cold glint of swords flashing, bullets flying non-stop—I suddenly realized that the death I often joked about was close by.

I was going to die, die in this damned place, quietly becoming a corpse."

Palr paused for a mont, his cheeks slightly flushed, looking tipsy; besides Serey, Palr was sowhat a drunkard.

"It’s just... in stories, they say when people are about to die, they reflect on their life’s story, but my mind was empty."

Palr’s voice beca unexpectedly serious.

"If there’s anything to say, it’s Vasilina.

I distinctly rembered her appearance, her voice, her scent, everything about her... She seed to stand vividly in front of , smiling at just as always.

I felt sorry—I shouldn’t have been in a cold war with her; if I had known, I would have definitely talked to her before I left. What we talked about didn’t matter; I just wanted to make sure she was there.

Then I started feeling relieved. Thinking carefully, I was going to die, yet there was nothing to regret.

I started to understand Vasilina’s actions; if she hadn’t kissed forcefully, the emotions would have faded away with death; if it wasn’t for that damned engagent party, Vasilina wouldn’t have beco my fiancée...

It’s as if she anticipated everything, filling all my regrets."

Palr looked incredulous and surprised.

"I realized I could die satisfied, and there’s nothing better than this."

Bologue nodded gently, earnestly listening to Palr’s incredible love story, while Wei’Er leaned to one side, occasionally licking her fur. Serey also collected her laughter; as she listened to Palr’s story, it seed Serey recalled sothing too, her ruby-like eyes flickering with countless thoughts.

"I think I can follow the Death God’s will now, but I also feel angry, very angry; I still couldn’t get past the engagent."

As Palr spoke, he cursed, "It’s like I was being married off! What am I supposed to wear at that wedding, a wedding dress?"

Bologue agreed, "If you want, I think it’s not bad."

Imagine Palr wearing a wedding dress on stage... this quite matches Palr’s style.

"I don’t know what I was thinking back then... just feeling it shouldn’t be like this; she kissed forcibly, I lost that round, so the proposal should be up to . I need to win back!

As the heir of the Clarks, how could I be married off by another woman? I must survive; I need to see Vasilina, propose to her personally, instead of letting her sneakily go find my old man!

These things should be raised by , right!"

"Very reasonable yet very strange motivation." Bologue began clapping.

Palr said aggressively, "You all know the story after that. I seized the ceremony, negotiated with the Devil, and beca the Debtor.

I survived to propose to Vasilina personally."

Bologue asked again, "And then? Did you propose to Vasilina?"

Palr fell silent; the result was obvious.

"Well... how to say?" Palr surprisingly appeared shy, "I just haven’t had ti to go back."

Bologue felt he listened to the story in vain, angrily slapped the table, "You and Church are not much different!"

"Not really, it’s just..."

Palr hesitated, didn’t continue, and instead turned the topic back to Church.

"I think... no matter what, there should be a result, not left indefinite. Church can’t keep living under masks; he isn’t so ghost living among nurous masks but a living person."

Palr’s words made Bologue reminisce about the past, and he rembered knowing soone who lived behind a mask like that.

"I agree."

Serey suddenly spoke, "When regrets appear, that feeling of remorse, I think is the worst punishnt."

The bright red gaze fell on Palr, their eyes t, and suddenly Palr felt like he was getting to know Serey all over again.

The deranged aura around Serey was completely gone, pale skin devoid of blood, and in the ruby-like eyes swirled a thousand sorrows. In a trance, Serey seed to revert back to the ancient and mysterious Night Race Lord, waiting on the throne in the deep, dark castle for the dawn that would never co.

"Fortunately, mortals have a day to die, and regrets will fade away under the Devil’s scythe. But the Undead are different; regrets accompany us until the end of ti."

Serey fell silent after speaking, his gaze lowered to the wine glass, pondering matters unknown to anyone.

Bologue did not disturb Serey. This Night Race Lord had passed countless years. Even now as he plays with the mortals, indifferent to everything, Bologue believed that Serey’s heart had been passionate once.

In his mind’s eye, he couldn’t help but recall Serey’s thick-as-a-brick photo album, which docunted all his wives... Over such a long life, there were bound to be regrets.

Then ca thoughts about himself, about Bologue Lazarus’s own regrets.

Bologue reminisced about those beautiful monts, deciding he would use his remaining life to make ands.

"Ah..."

Palr raised his head, pondering, "I’ll find so ti to apologize to Church. But after that, I’ll definitely drag him to see Afeiya."

Bologue said, "You really care about Church, don’t you?"

"He’s my partner, my good brother who has been through life and death with !"

Palr gave a thumbs up and then seed to rember sothing which caused him to beco deep in thought, sighing heavily towards Bologue.

Bologue wore a look of bewildernt, as Palr had been doing this often lately, frequently sighing at him as if he was quite disappointing.

"The ascension ceremony is over. I’ll go take leave from Lebius tomorrow, and then we can head to the Wind Source Highlands."

A smile spread across Palr’s face. He was about to ask Serey if he wanted to join, but seeing Serey’s somber deanor, he swallowed the words.

Serey looked sowhat terrible; everyone could see it, and at tis like this, it’s best not to tease this Undead.

"Oh, right, there’s one more thing, Bologue."

Palr suddenly rembered sothing, vigorously slapped Bologue’s shoulder to get him to listen.

"Aimou didn’t co today, but she asked to deliver a ssage to you."

Palr almost forgot about it.

"She wants to et you tomorrow at the Sublimation Furnace Core."

...

Watching Bologue and Palr leave, Serey looked sowhat weary. This ti had to do with neither alcohol nor rrint, but a tiredness that ca from the heart.

"Youth is good, isn’t it? Always brimming with boundless energy whenever, wherever."

Wei’Er jumped in front of Serey, her cat-like eyes reflecting Serey’s disheveled appearance.

"Indeed, it’s beautiful but also foolish," Serey murmured.

"This sounds like sothing a lousy old father would say."

"Actually every elder would say sothing like this, wouldn’t they?" Serey pretended to be deep in thought, "You’re still young. When you grow older, you’ll find these problems aren’t problems anymore."

"They often use such words to justify regrets from youth, but we all know, when we grow up, we haven’t reconciled with our past selves, but have just beco numb instead."

Serey touched his chest, "The scars left behind remain there, not healed, just less painful."

"I’m going, going to sleep."

Serey finished speaking, swiftly left, giving Wei’Er no chance to say anything.

Walking up the stairs, Serey hurriedly went, as if fleeing from sothing, anxiously retreating to his room.

But that abhorrent thing didn’t leave; not even a door could stop its advance, because it was hidden in Serey’s mory, and as the years grew, it grew from a seed to a towering tree, becoming ever more terrifying, rampaging within his body, soday trying to burst through Serey’s body.

Serey lay on the bed, curling himself into a ball with the quilt. Ancient portraits, brand-new photos, colorful group pictures... They were hung on the wall, with nurous faces and many gazes scrutinizing Serey.

Full of love, sympathy, anger, pity...

Serey turned his head away, not daring to look, muttering to himself.

"I’m not ready yet... I’m not ready yet..."