Chapter 92

Chapter 91

In response to my question, Ozwald bowed his head, as if checking his attire, and then spoke.

"Trying out various outfits to review the new ones."

The way he said it made him sound like the CEO of an entertainment agency.

"Surprising. I didn't know you cared about such things."

I thought he preferred bright red suits.

"It's all about appearances, isn't it? Does this outfit look strange?"

Of course it looks strange; he always wears red suits.

"No, it doesn't look strange."

Ozwald took a whiskey from the minibar and chuckled.

"It seems I'm more at ease now."

What kind of ridiculous statement is that?

"Before, you seemed to put a lot of effort into lying, but now your expressions and words don't match."

You were giving it away.

Lately, seeing Ozwald often has made me a bit less tense.

"I didn't mean it doesn't suit you…"

I averted my gaze to the window.

Wow, the night view is beautiful.

Ozwald, who always looks selfish, poured himself a drink and sat next to me.

'Why is he coming here? Shouldn't he go back to work?'

He asked me.

"How is life at the Pantheon?"

I wondered why he was interviewing me when the broadcast wasn't even on, but I had no problem answering.

"It's quite interesting and fun. I was curious about where the seats are located, especially the night view is the best."

Ozwald tilted his head and gazed out the window.

Then he muttered as if he had just realized something.

"It was beautiful. The night view."

We silently watched the outside scenery for a while.

Then I suddenly glanced at Ozwald.

'His loud rainbow hair looks different when it's all slicked back.'

Today, Ozwald had a neat pompadour hairstyle.

Moreover, he looked much more mature in dark clothing.

Ozwald, who was enjoying the night view and sipping his drink, suddenly looked at me.

He caught me glancing.

"Why are you glancing at me?"

"Well, I have a question."

That was the reason I had been glancing.

Ozwald's smooth eyebrow slightly raised.

"Are you interviewing me again?"

What can I do? I really have a genuine question this time.

"I've been to Jean's Abyss."

I casually started, and Ozwald chuckled.

He seemed to know my question without hearing it.

"Are you curious if I have an Abyss?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you curious?"

"Because I'm curious about you."

If I were someone else, would I be curious about your Abyss? Why are you asking such an obvious question?

But my answer seemed to surprise Ozwald.

"I didn't know you had questions about me. I thought you were just asking pointless questions to avoid situations."

Half right, half wrong.

I have many more questions about Ozwald than he thinks.

"You seem to know everything about me, but I know very little about you. Oh, I know you have a big company building and are a legendary channel manager."

Ozwald narrowed his eyes and slowly nodded.

"I am a citizen of the Pantheon, so of course I have an Abyss. I just choose not to look into it."

"Why don't you look into it? It seems like the Abyss can change into a form you desire, reflecting your past."

Don't most people want to change their past?

Ozwald, on the contrary, asked me.

"If you had an Abyss, what do you think it would be like?"

'If I had an Abyss…'

I immediately frowned.

Even if I tried my best to change it, the characters and the world would still be fundamentally different.

"I would probably leave it as it is."

Ozwald smiled, as if agreeing with me.

'…What? Why is he smiling like that? As if we share some common ground.'

Ozwald is the type who makes others unhappy, not someone with a tragic past.

The room suddenly brightened as the airship landed, indicating we had arrived at the castle.

"We've arrived."

I looked at the room where Kike and Benito had gone to sleep and asked.

"Should we wake them up?"

"They'll come out on their own."

Ozwald said indifferently with a smile and walked out with me.

Just as I was about to yawn and rub my eyes,

Flap—

The black butterfly I saw in Jean's Abyss appeared again.

'Was I seeing things before?'

But I had a vague feeling that the butterfly looked familiar.

'Where have I seen this before?'

As I was pondering,

Boom!

A giant scythe suddenly appeared, slicing the airship in half like a guillotine.

"…Kike! Benito!"

I turned to the airship, but Ozwald grabbed my arm.

"What are you—!"

Before I could protest, a deafening sound like the sky splitting echoed.

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