A bloodstained hand rested on Bologue's shoulder. This time, Ewen was not asking, but speaking with a commanding tone.
"Bologue, I need time, I need time to verify my hypothesis."
Bologue took a few steps back, and the grudge bite fell from Ewen's neck. The roars behind grew clearer, causing the entire grand library to tremble, dust swirling everywhere.
His chest heaved powerfully several times as Bologue steadied himself, nodding with difficulty. He was convinced by Ewen, then he said again.
"The three of us can't hold back so many monsters; I need your narrative assistance."
Ewen had long been prepared for this. When he turned to restrain Asmodeus, a series of plans had already risen in his mind.
He picked up a copy of "Night Hunter" and flipped through it casually, while muttering to himself.
"I remember, I set something like this in the book."
