An evil aura emanated from the paper, and Bologue clearly felt the power of the Devils. The umbilical cord connecting the madness trembled violently, like another nerve of Bologue, causing waves of sharp pain.
The ink carried a strong scent of blood. Though the snow-white paper showed no bloodstains, the black words revealed the perilous situation at Daisy Castle and fully displayed Erwin’s despair. After reading it, Bologue felt it wasn’t a letter, but a suicide note.
"The power to alter reality."
Bologue noted the ssage Erwin conveyed to him. After spending so ti together, Erwin understood the importance of intelligence and encapsulated all the information Bologue needed within a few words.
"Looks like Erwin didn’t roll a critical success."
Palr sat on the sofa, trying to say this jokingly, but it wasn’t funny and failed to lighten anyone’s mood.
The joyful holiday gathering plunged into an icy silence with Erwin’s letter. Palr’s joy at receiving a complete set of signed Blue Jay records vanished, and Aimou sat bewildered beside him.
She thought it would be a happy day, but things rarely go as planned.
Bologue sat on a chair with the letter, scanning the words, using this scant information to imagine all that Erwin had encountered.
"Asmodeus was beside him, then what about Belphegor? He shouldn’t be far away."
Bologue muttered to himself. Previously, with their presence, Erwin was sowhat safe. Now, this poor mortal faced the Devils’ gaze alone and had fallen under so kind of curse.
"Words distort reality, stories and reality influence each other..."
Bologue wasn’t quite sure about this part. Could it be that Erwin possessed so power similar to Word Spirit? But instead of speaking, he wrote it down to shape reality... much like the Illusion Creation school?
Erwin Flesher.
Bologue didn’t know how to evaluate Erwin, but he knew this: Erwin was soone who feared causing trouble for others. This was evident from the process after Joyful Garden.
If Erwin was truly under Asmodeus’s control, he would bear all of this alone, awaiting fate’s punishnt, and death.
Erwin shouldered everything, but now the letter was in his hands, the words seeming to plead for help.
Bologue noticed the last line of the letter.
"Hope you see this..."
An indescribable shock surged through Bologue’s mind. Recalling the earlier notion of Erwin’s words becoming reality, did Erwin rely intend to write a farewell letter, yet due to these words, the story beca real, and the letter reached Bologue?
This went beyond ordinary reality-bending; Bologue couldn’t imagine the disaster Daisy Castle was undergoing.
"Looks like the gathering will have to be postponed a bit, everyone."
Bologue folded the letter, putting it in his pocket. "I need to go to the Order Bureau; what about you?"
"I’ll go with you," Palr said, putting on his clothes. "I just received a gift from Erwin; I can’t just watch him suffer."
Palr admired Erwin, and after the craziness at Joyful Garden, this admiration grew even more. Palr could still recall Erwin jumping into the at grinder and falling in love with a Devil, these foolish deeds.
These stories rampaged in Palr’s mind, and he resisted the urge to call Vasilina; Palr needed to share this with her in person. In Palr’s heart, Erwin’s status was even higher than his own no-good father.
"I’ll go too,"
Aimou said, "We are the returners of the ga; maybe we can be of so use."
Bologue nodded, taking out the Key of the Crooked Path. Compared to driving, this Curved Path Shuttling was much faster.
They moved through darkness, arriving once again at the familiar Undying Club. The air was filled with the aroma of alcohol, and lively songs rang out. Unlike Bologue’s previous visit, the club was much livelier now. A long-unseen figure sat by the bar, holding another unfamiliar woman, lost in intimacy.
"Don’t be like this. I was away those days to handle sothing urgent; see, I’m back now, aren’t I?"
The man wore a charming smile, conjuring a delicate shell with pearl inlays at the edges. "Look, I even brought you a gift."
The woman’s anger subsided upon seeing this, affectionately accepting the shell, admiring this artwork. In the man’s eyes, a hint of disdain and victory flashed—Serey needed to admit, he was very skilled at deceiving won, practically an expert in this area.
Unfortunately, Serey was sowhat overly captivated by interactions with won, paying no attention to those coming through the passage. This ti, the Curved Path Gate opened in the wine cellar, reminding Bologue of his first arrival there.
Serey noticed approaching footsteps, assuming it was Bode erging. His skeletal fra wasn’t sothing won should see, and why would Bode co out at this ti? He’d clearly been told not to disturb him during his dates.
Then Serey saw a somber Bologue, looking as though he was ready to go commit murder or had just returned from committing one.
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