The roar of engines reverberated through Bologue's mind, followed by a tide of rage, as if countless warriors were yelling beside Bologue, urging him to lead them into a charge and slaughter. Then, Bologue caught a mysterious fragrance.
Just a moment of sniffing caused Bologue's mouth to produce a flood of saliva, as though it were some rare delicacy, and his body started to stir with a strange hunger from his abdomen.
Bologue quickly found the source of the fragrance.
"You smell really good right now." Bologue said calmly.
"Huh?"
Aimou was stunned. This unexpected comment left her at a loss, and she sniffed around; besides the bloody scent from the hand axe, there was only the smell of engine oil on her. But Bologue claimed it smelled good.
Does he have some strange fetish?
"Hmm, interesting. This hand axe is affecting me."
