Endless Debt Chapter 1127 - 126: Movie Marathon (Part 3)

Bologue's low murmur escaped him, "I had a feeling this would be the outcome."

"What outcome are you referring to?" Aimou inquired gently.

"From meticulously planned movie marathon to a completely unplanned, rambunctious get-together."

"Wasn't the intention always for it to be a gathering?"

The moment Aimou voiced her question, Serey abruptly rose. Glancing around the room, he declared, "My friends, are we not being a trifle too subdued?"

With a vigorous shake of his wine bottle, Bode's action culminated in a loud pop. Frothy liquid erupted outwards, showering the surroundings. Concurrently, the visuals on the screen began to sharpen, accompanied by a swelling musical score.

Not everyone present was a fervent cinephile. Consequently, Bologue and Palmer had selected a less demanding film—a movie suitable for families. However, completing an entire series during a movie marathon presented a considerable challenge for the majority.

Initially, the room echoed with uninhibited laughter, but as time wore on, the sounds gradually subsided.

Having indulged sufficiently in food and drink, Hart found himself succumbing to drowsiness. Unknowingly, he slumped forward, his head resting on the table. Balder, meanwhile, remained seated upright, a soft snore escaping from beneath his bulky protective gear.

To say nothing of the others, each was in a state of semi-consciousness. Only Bologue and a handful of others maintained their alertness, their attention still fixed on the unfolding narrative.

Throughout the movie's duration, Aimou found her focus wavering. She was unable to fully immerse herself in the storyline, her thoughts continually drifting towards Bologue.

During the process of helping Bologue confront his inner turmoil, Aimou came to understand his reluctance to allow her access to his deepest feelings. He was perpetually tormented by the memory of Adelle's demise. Despite avenging her, the psychological wound remained, radiating waves of pain.

A profound sense of helplessness washed over Aimou. A complex, deep-seated emotion swelled within her chest, as if an uncharted territory had opened within her soul. Yet, she remained uncertain whether this new landscape would yield joy or sorrow.

The recollection of the visions she had witnessed during the Confession Song stirred Aimou's most deeply buried dread—the potential for Bologue's hatred towards her.

Seeds of self-doubt began to sprout within Aimou's mind. She questioned her own right to pursue Bologue, a sentiment that had been causing her considerable distress in recent times. She found herself constantly pondering, speculating, hesitating, and occasionally being consumed by anxieties about potential gains and losses.

Simultaneously, Aimou gained a clearer understanding of several aspects concerning that particular facet of Bologue's being.

Aimou felt certain that Bologue harbored genuine feelings for her. She also recognized the immense and almost transformative impact Adelle's presence had on his psyche.

Adelle represented an ideal, a perfect being. Through Bologue's own memories, Aimou grasped the inherent contradictions within him.

Bologue's heart was a battleground between his inability to relinquish Adelle and his burgeoning emotions for Aimou. He had been mended by Adelle's warmth, yet he remained ensnared by it.

Aimou perceived Bologue as a fundamentally upright individual. He believed he could not entertain thoughts of Adelle while simultaneously accepting Aimou's affection—hence his perpetual internal conflict. He needed to resolve his own emotional landscape before he could fully embrace another; otherwise, it would be profoundly unfair to himself, Adelle, and anyone else involved.

Contemplating these intricate matters brought Aimou a strangely sweet form of agony. The more Bologue seemed lost and uncertain, the more it validated the purity of his intentions, making it increasingly difficult for Aimou to extricate herself, drawn inexorably into a cyclical embrace.

The film concluded. For Aimou, the seemingly protracted viewing period had passed in what felt like an astonishingly short time. No one immediately snapped back to full awareness; those who had succumbed to deep slumber were roused, and the room gradually regained its liveliness.

Bologue blinked his dry eyes and directed a question at Aimou, "How did you find the movie?"

"It was quite good," Aimou replied. "Although, I had envisioned you inviting me to the cinema, just the two of us."

Aimou understood Bologue's internal struggle, but she had grown weary of waiting. She was disinclined to let time passively resolve these issues, and thus, she resolved not to let any opportunity for progress slip through her fingers.

"My apologies, I shall make it up to you next time," Bologue stated.

After a brief pause, Bologue added, "That was quite something, Aimou."

"What do you mean by that?"

Bologue elaborated, "You declared, 'I am here to save you.' I heard it during the heat of battle."

Aimou appeared somewhat taken aback. "Is there something wrong?"

"Since my transformation into an Undead being, this is the very first time anyone has uttered such words to me."

A meaningful smile graced Bologue's lips. "Thank you, Aimou."

"You are most welcome."