White Crow—the man once called Frankenstein—gave the Lord of Ennui a pale smile as the latter glared at him.
“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see.”
[You…….]
“But it’s all right.”
While wondering what sort of mechanism his Creature might have put in place, he rose and approached the Lord of Ennui. The other party twitched one eye. There was no intention of doing anything immediately, but he could faintly sense the murderous intent that said, I’ll watch everything you do and judge you accordingly.
“It will all work out.”
[Ha, that thing was something modeled after Pride. There’s no way an existence like that wouldn’t know you’re here!]
“Yes. That is true.”
[And you knew that, yet kept quiet? You—!]
“Would you like to call me a traitor?”
Where did that leisurely attitude—the refusal to make a move at once—come from? Naturally, it must have sprung from the confidence born of the gulf between their strength.
“Lord of Ennui.”
That sense of superiority—the certainty that, barring a very specific opponent, they could never possibly lose—was surely the foundation of their confidence.
“Please do not blame me. It is not as though you were unaware that I am this sort of being.”
[You…….]
But people sometimes called that very composure carelessness.
“Ah, I forgot to tell you something. Lord of Ennui, there is one thing I have…