Bologue couldn't quite remember how he walked out of the Undying Club. To be precise, when he awoke from Olivia's story and realized he was "Bologue Lazarus" again, he was already standing on the streets of Oubos City.
Night had fallen, the streetlights were bright, and the pedestrians were talking with hints of laughter that vanished at the street corner.
The cool evening breeze blew into Bologue's collar, and it was then that he realized his clothes were soaked with sweat, the coldness penetrating deep into his bones as if he were submerged in icy water.
"What do you think of this story?"
Palmer came out from behind Bologue, this careless guy was also looking exhausted, leaning against the wall on the street, his gaze unfocused.
"The events have already happened, no amount of judgment can change anything."
Bologue tried to explain from a rational perspective, but halfway through, he couldn't help but sigh, "So, does Serey count as a hero?"
