The traces of war were being erased one by one.
“Are you all right?”
No one knew whether the Source even possessed a body, but in any case, the circumstances could have caused physical or mental problems.
“Nothing hurts?”
“No. I am fine.”
“Hmm… And your heart?”
“That is fine as well.”
The pale Portrait concealed beneath black paint continued in a mechanical, blunt voice.
“Contrary to your concern, I managed to put matters in order in my own way.”
“If you say so, then I’m relieved.”
Gio had said that forgiveness did not belong to him, but he had ultimately shown affection for the merfolk by calling them ‘cherished students.’ Since the personalities called ‘Gio’ existed, he could not be entirely devoid of human feeling. Yoo Seongwoon had been somewhat worried.
‘…There is something chilling about him in this respect. Ordinarily, regardless of the other party’s sins, a human in this situation would grieve for a long time after someone they cherished died….’
Perhaps Gio had put it behind him rather quickly.
‘He never seemed attached to death. Is this reaction part of the same tendency?’
Perhaps he was dry not only toward his own death, but toward the deaths of others. That detachment from the beginnings and ends of relationships made Yoo Seongwoon shiver inwardly.
Perhaps that was only natural for the Source, father of countless fates. With that thought, Yoo Seongwoon changed the subject.
“Yes. It is a relief, but….”
“Is there another problem?”
“I truly wish you would not go outside.”
“Have my public activities been prohibited?”
“Well… it is only something I hope for.”
Yoo Seongwoon smiled awkwardly.