Eugene didn’t stop to look back. He walked straight out of the shrine, approaching Doynes, who was standing in front of the statue of Vermouth.

“If I want to get out of here, what do I need to do?” Eugene asked.

Doynes put on a puzzled expression at these abrupt words. He shot a gaze towards the shrine, searching for Gilead and Kristina, who had yet to appear, and then turned back to face Eugene.

“...What about Sir Hamel’s statue?” Doynes eventually asked.

“There’s no longer any need to leave it here,” Eugene answered.

“...Hah…?” Doynes’ expression froze as he heard this, unable to tell what Eugene meant by this. Unsure of what to say, he hesitated for a few moments before letting out a long sigh and acquiescing. “...Just keep heading straight. If you do that, you’ll naturally be able to make your way outside.

Eugene nodded, “Got it, thank you very much. Then I’ll be heading out first.”

“Could you tell me why you’re so angry?” Doynes’s words caught Eugene just before he could leave.

The coffin was missing their ancestor’s remains. Doynes could at least figure out that much, but he did not fully understand why Eugene would be so angry. Under normal circumstances, Eugene would have reacted to these words more calmly, but right now, he was in a state of such heightened emotion that he couldn’t find the patience for that.

“I don’t think I have an obligation to explain the reason for my anger, now do I?” Eugene replied insolently.

He didn’t even wait for a reply — he simply walked straight past Doynes and through the flower field. Doynes’s eyes blinked in shock as he looked at Eugene’s back, then he shook his head as he let out a long sigh.

Eugene felt like dogshit.

Lately, he’d been encountering a whole lot of things that made him feel this way. Like in the underground grave in Nahama, when he had discovered that Hamel’s corpse had been made into a Death Knight. Or when Amelia Merwin had been about to kill him. There was also the whole thing where the Demon King of Incarceration had shown up in person.

When the Demon King had spoke of his fondness for Vermouth, and when he had snidely called Eugene a stupid lion, revealing that the Demon King was aware of his reincarnation.

But even compared to back then, his current state was even more dogshit awful, motherfucking dogshit awful. Eugene bit down hard on his lower lip and...