Aimou never doubted Bologue's iron-like demeanor. To this Undead, he seemed to be without fatigue, pain, or rest, but now this iron man had surprisingly negated his own toughness and revealed his vulnerability.
"Aimou... I've been thinking about these things for a long time. I always thought I found the answers, but actually, I didn't. When Church lay in front of me like that, I vaguely realized the true answer."
Bologue's hands clutched and released nervously in front of him, looking to Aimou like a graduate preparing for an interview.
It was the first time Aimou saw Bologue like this.
"Hmm, I'm listening."
Aimou listened to Bologue's thoughts. To have such an iron man express his inner feelings to her—one could see how immense the pressure Bologue was under at this moment.
She needed to help Bologue, just as he had helped her.
