Endless Debt Chapter 999 - 84: Against His Nature

Bologue has killed many people in his life, but has rarely loved anyone. To him, the word "love" is as unfamiliar as the other side of a distant world—something he never thought or dared to hope for.

He is like a rebellious teenager, believing himself to be the chosen Savior, the retribution punishing evil men, the Evil Spirit seeking blood vengeance, yet he never considered these matters that are so close to reality, right by his side.

When such a thing happened, Bologue felt a mix of panic and surprise, followed by a bit of fear.

Bologue was used to this kind of life, plunging a knife into others’ bodies or having someone else’s knife pierce through his chest. He was accustomed to such a brutal existence; even enduring it for a decade seemed like a brief respite to him.

But this was different, vastly different.

This made Bologue recall the story Cinderella once told him.

Bologue is like a whale living in the deep sea, drifting all his life in the cold, dark ocean. The so-called land is just an untouchable Forbidden Land to him, and as for those high mountains, they are completely unimaginable.

Now, Bologue, this whale, was violently thrown into the mountains by Aimou. Faced with the unfamiliar scenery around him, Bologue’s heart was filled with strange emotions.

Bologue was terrified of this terrible change, but he was also delighted... It’s incredible; Bologue never thought he would connect with this in his life...

"Hm?" Aimou looked at Bologue’s utterly stunned expression and asked, "Do you want to say something?"

"I..."

Bologue couldn’t utter a complete sentence, which amused Aimou to the point where she almost leaned back laughing.

"You’re so stunned."

Aimou chuckled with her hand covering her mouth. It was the first time she had seen Bologue like this, his expression completely frozen, his eyes blank.

Bologue wanted to explain, "It’s not that I... I just..."

"Just what?" Aimou suddenly leaned closer again, "Hm? Tell me."

Bologue’s words stuck in his throat, and Aimou seized the opportunity. In that moment, Aimou rediscovered the feeling of teasing Bologue, regaining a sense of control which felt pretty good, filling her with a desire for control and competitiveness.

"You want to explain but can’t, and you’re unwilling to accept this reality... Bologue, you are quite stubborn."

Aimou placed her hand on Bologue’s shoulder and softly said, "Are you shy?"

Bologue made an effort to control his facial expression.

"To be honest, I’ve never seen you shy," Aimou became curious, "Do you really get shy?"

Bologue stood stiff-faced, awkwardly shaking his head.

Seeing Bologue like this, Aimou suddenly had an inexplicable impulse; she wanted to mess up Bologue’s hair, turn his face into a bird’s nest, shattering this unexplainable restraint of his.

"It’s not easy; you’re actually talking to me about this stuff. I thought someone as tough as you wouldn’t have worries or inner struggles."

The topic finally came back into control, and Bologue breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "I’m not purely tough; at least my heart is still soft."

"Then why not talk to Palmer about these things? Is he in a bad situation too? What about Serey? He knows quite a lot, has experienced a lot, and, like you, is also an Undead."

Aimou circled back, "Why not talk to them, but me?"

"Is there something different about me?"

The finishing techniques appeared.

Bologue felt he was about to suffocate. Aimou, like a little deer, bounced around the stranded giant whale, occasionally nudging him with her antlers. Bologue had nowhere to hide.

"You..."

Bologue pondered how to explain what made Aimou special. Then he suddenly realized, Aimou was indeed special... Bologue had never thought about this before, as if it was instinctual, and he never questioned why.

He was too focused on his work, to the extent that Bologue ignored many things, many beautiful things.

"Bologue?"

Aimou called Bologue’s name again. Bologue instinctively looked at him, responding, "What’s up?"

A little warmth came from Bologue’s forehead, and it was then that Bologue realized Aimou had raised her hand and pressed it against his forehead, looking at him with a mischievous smile as if planning a prank.

"Bologue, are you feeling cold?"

"Ah?"

Aimou squinted, a glimmer flickering in her eyes, "During our conversation, your heart rate increased a lot, as did your breathing rate and body temperature. If it’s not because your hands are cold or a cold, then you’re..."

"Alright, alright, stop for a moment."

Bologue couldn’t take it anymore. Even with a stiff face pretending to be calm, Aimou still analyzed all his reactions, and she could even activate Secret Energy to peek into his heart.

It was too bad; Bologue once again felt that sense of helplessness from Aimou. She was like a sly wildcat, sometimes snuggling up to you, sometimes biting you hard, then running away.

"Stop what?" Aimou appeared innocent, "Did we start something?"

Bologue turned away, rubbing his face vigorously as if to crush the thin layer of ice that had settled there.

In the end, such matters were too unfamiliar to him. Bologue was utterly unskilled at them, which is why Aimou played him like a fiddle.