Eugene casually ran his hand through his hair, which had been tousled by the wind, as he stared at the sky where Giabella-Face had disappeared.1

He felt a bit surprised. Was Gavid's death so significant that it could explicitly dampen the atmosphere like that? Eugene recalled the last expression he had seen on Noir's face.0

In fact, Eugene knew. Noir hadn’t been in a somber mood solely due to Gavid’s death. It had been vague, but this had been coming for a long time now and was inevitable. Noir had always joked about their planned face-off with a beaming smile, but now, she definitely acknowledged that both of their ends were not far off.0

Indeed, what form their end would take was something Eugene looked forward to, albeit with regret, sadness, and….0

'Fear?' Eugene thought in surprise.0

He glanced down at his hand. His fingertips were trembling slightly. He thought it was inevitable. This emotion was not something he could simply ignore. Bonds were always like that.0

He closed his eyes. He thought of the Sage of the Ivory Tower, Vishur Laviola. He thought of the Light.2

Once, Eugene had thought that even if he was a reincarnation of Agaroth, he did not want to be swayed by Agaroth's bonds and emotions. He thought he was ultimately himself, and the bonds and emotions from when he was not himself were simply a hindrance.0

It had been an arrogant and foolish thought. Despite making such distinctions, Eugene had benefited from Agaroth's virtues several times. While harboring contradictions, he had chosen to swallow only the sweet and spit out the bitter.1

'It can't be helped,' Eugene thought wryly.0

He had come to a full realization of his contradictory...0