As Fabien spoke, Bologue's mind sank into a storm of thoughts. His gaze crossed the long span of time and returned to Redwood Town; he remembered himself as a child, remembered the scorched-earth fury that swept over the world, remembered, in the trenches, those dead faces one after another.
His memories kept tracing back to their source, and Bologue vaguely saw again that young and kindly face…
All regrets would be remedied.
Bologue suddenly laughed, shaking his head as he did so. "Impressive, Fabien. For a moment there, you actually almost persuaded me."
Fabien asked, "Then why did you refuse again?"
"Probably because it's too illusory. Leaving aside whether the Earthly Celestial Kingdom can shroud the Material Realm, don't forget, there's also the Ethereal Realm interfering with us, and those evil incarnations, those Devils."
Bologue commented, "A fine delusion—but still only a delusion."
"Mm… that's something we can't help, either."
