Palr once discussed these things with Bologue, and in the end, they both agreed that there was no need to discuss such matters.
Ewen dedicated his stories to everyone, but he uniquely hid away the most beautiful part, the sixteen hours that changed his life.
This was a secret belonging solely to Ewen, like the greedy monster in a story guarding his gold in the muddy swamp.
Others’ wanton speculations only brought a kind of voyeuristic disgust, and Bologue refused to desecrate Ewen’s sanctity, even if that sanctity involved the Devil, even if no one but the Devil would rember those sixteen hours.
It’s nothing.
Just knowing it was a beautiful ti is enough.
Faint singing ca from the living room, and the song was singing.
"Child, you must endure all this."
Palr knocked on the door, then pushed it fully open, and the song beca clear.
Bologue rembered this song, for Ewen humd it softly while dancing with Asmodeus, and Palr had astonishingly rembered it and found it among a number of records, even Bologue had to admire Palr’s patience and keen ear.
The song continued to sing.
"You must endure all this, no matter how long it takes."
Palr noticed the diary Bologue was writing, then saw Ewen’s new book, and sat down heavily on Bologue’s bed, jokingly saying, "Are you doing reading comprehension with his book?"
"Just flipping through it casually," Bologue said, "But you, have you figured out that question?"
Since the end of the reality shattering, Palr had been troubled by one question, which is what Ewen’s wish was. This cunning author had deceived them many tis, and even in the end, Palr still doubted Ewen’s intentions, thinking it wasn’t that simple.
But Ewen had disappeared, entered the story, and no one could give Palr an answer anymore. After the new book was released, he repeatedly flipped through it, hoping to find clues in the story, to know Ewen’s true wish.
"No, I still can’t figure it out."
Palr lay down, rumpling the sheets Bologue had neatly arranged.
"To see his Muse again, to realize his self-worth, to... to spite the Devil. I can’t understand what Ewen was thinking, it’s too complex."
Palr raised his head and looked at Bologue, "I give up, tell the answer, you must have guessed it."
Bologue closed his diary and turned his chair around, "Ewen was a noble person, he never lied... Do you still rember how he answered when we first asked him what his wish was?"
"Immortality, for immortality."
Palr sat up straight, "You said he wanted immortality, but he already..."
Bologue shook his head and began to clarify Ewen’s true wish to Palr, a wish that he had already achieved.
"All creations are ant to leave deep or shallow marks in this world.
Ewen wrote himself into the story, the him in the book will be forever vibrant, full of Life Force, transcending his own fate, even if the Ewen of that ti is already aged, or dead."
Bologue picked up the new book facing Palr, joyously saying to him.
"Look, Palr, the storyteller has now beco part of the story, he will achieve immortality in his own story.
Shining brightly, never forgotten."
Bologue said, placing the new book in his arms, gently stroking the cover, his fingers passing over the gilded title, Bologue liked the poetic title.
He softly recited.
"Endless Poetry."
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