When Bologue saw Palmer again, it was already a few days later.
Bologue, exhausted, was nestled on the sofa. During this period, he trained in the combat room by day, practicing Ethereal Skill to enhance his affinity with Ether, and at night he sat in the living room, gazing out at the darkening sky, listening to the city's noise.
In the loneliness and silence, Bologue felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. He recalled his conversation with Serey, who loved the Undying Club, even if it might have been created by a Devil; he was willing regardless.
In the long life of the Undead, the Undying Club was like a haven and sheltered him. Serey thought Bologue wouldn't understand his perspective, but Bologue could... Oubos, the Order Bureau, the action team, this house, weren't they also a place of refuge for Bologue?
"Ha..."
