In Aimou’s eyes, Bologue is always in a Schrodinger state. When you think this guy has complex thoughts, he turns out to be surprisingly simple. But if you think he’s simple, his thoughts will surprise you at any moment.

Aimou still remembers the end of that night, when Bologue took Aimou out of the Order Bureau. Aimou appeared calm on the surface, but deep down she was in a panic.

She knew very well that her reason had been swept away by overwhelming emotions. In this situation, it was very difficult for Aimou to refuse any request from Bologue.

And then...

Bologue really took Aimou for a walk around, wandering for several hours, chatting about random things until dawn when he took Aimou to his usual restaurant for breakfast. While eating breakfast, he even told her stories about him and Palmer often coming here after working overtime.

First came surprise and excitement, then unease and fear, and finally became a dual exhaustion of the mind and spirit.

Bologue, like nothing happened, while sending Aimou back to the Order Bureau, said that with this, his energy was almost depleted, and he could go back to sleep directly. But what he didn’t know was that Aimou’s routine had been shattered, and she was preparing to endure a day with complex emotions.

In the days that followed, Aimou indeed felt a change in Bologue. He became more proactive and intimate towards her, but it still fell short of the relationship Aimou had imagined.

Thinking about it, this psychopathic killer finally perceived the beauty of human love, currently undergoing the gradual process of being tamed by human civilization. If one expected Bologue to become a love sage like Serey overnight, that would be a real problem.

In any case, this was a good start.

Aimou could clearly feel Bologue deliberately mimicking, trying hard to immerse himself in a close relationship, and Aimou often felt satisfied and sighed at Bologue’s efforts.

Time returns to the present.

"It’s okay, it’s okay," Aimou waved her hand, "I don’t need any gifts."

"But I think after a long journey, one should bring back a gift for you."

"Why?"

"That’s how it is performed in the movies."

Bologue was like a child who had not received basic education, and his understanding of societal logic seemed to come entirely from movies.

"Movies are movies, life is life!" Aimou emphasized, "Don’t just insert yourself into it!"

"Okay, okay."

Bologue said and laughed. He liked such nonsensical conversations, much like movie plots, and they quite relieved his tense heart.

After Bologue established a "strategic partnership" in that strange way, he and Aimou had many subsequent interactions. Even though they became allies, they were like warriors in an arena, probing each other, looking for flaws.

Mostly it was Aimou in the duel.

Bologue’s logical thinking never considered it a duel, and because of this, Bologue occasionally surprises Aimou with his words, often dealing her a heavy blow.

As the intimate relationship drew closer, first there was a surreal sense of illusion, followed quickly by an irresistible elation. But when the pleasure that overwhelmed reason cooled down, many issues surfaced.

Before, they were just friends who could chat easily, but now they instinctively tried to present themselves more perfectly in front of each other, as if to prove they are worth loving.

Once the other person feels satisfied and accepting, a sense of security would arise, like going through a series of exams, hoping the other person affirms them, and also seeing if they have met the expected standards.

Aimou had also suspiciously asked, "What do you want from me?"

Bologue’s answer was, "Nothing much, I just really like... this atmosphere?"

After careful thought, Bologue decisively said, "I like the atmosphere of being with you; it makes me feel relaxed."

Even though Aimou and Bologue can’t be considered normal people in the usual sense, their logical thinking is inevitably influenced by universal values.

Their intimate relationship felt somewhat unreal and deliberate because they now had to hide their flaws and faults to present their best side to each other.

During that absurd walk that night, both exhibited calm appearances, but their hearts were in turmoil. The shyness and apprehension they felt were obvious.

Although they knew the other person also had the same emotions, they still worried about being too reckless or not confident enough. They would closely watch each other’s reactions, wanting to know what the other thought of them, like beasts encountering each other in a dense forest, crouching their bodies.

When Bologue grasped Aimou’s hand, during that intimate contact, tension and anxiety peaked.

Bologue thought it was nothing; his peculiar logical approach made him trust time deeply.

Time, a concept full of magic power, will smooth all pain and sweep away all barriers. Bologue trusted it so much.

He knew that with the passage of time, they would gradually become familiar with each other, trust each other, and open their hearts to share their inner thoughts and feelings. From then on, their relationship would become more natural and genuine, they could put down masks and defenses, show their true selves without fear of being rejected or hurt. Their intimate relationship would gradually become solid and deep, their inner selves would gradually stabilize and become more confident and candid.

"Human emotions are so complex, bizarre, yet so splendid."

Bologue often recited this phrase to himself, like a spell. ...

Ever since analyzing his own psychological condition, Bologue has enjoyed writing and drawing on paper, meditating deep within his heart.

Like a research project, Bologue liked researching such things and looked forward to his research results.

Bologue crossed his legs; the enclosed room had only him and Aimou. A spontaneous sense of relaxation filled his spirit. Bologue’s fatigue and drowsiness rapidly amplified, and he felt that as long as he closed his eyes, he could quickly fall asleep.

"By the way, how’s the work as office director?" Bologue asked.

"Not bad, except for some uncalculable accounts," Aimou emphasized, "I’m not the office director!"

"Hm? Don’t you find this title cool?"

Office director, it sounds like wielding great power, deciding someone’s perfect attendance with a stroke of the pen.

"No way!" Aimou strongly protested, "It sounds so aged."

"How would it? You’re still very young," Bologue calculated deliberately, "Theoretically speaking, you’re still a minor."

"You brat!"

Aimou stood up abruptly, filled with aggressive vigor, as if planning to dock Bologue’s attendance, but unfortunately, Bologue was under the jurisdiction of the Field Operations Department.

"If I’m a minor, what does that make you?" Aimou countered, "An abductor of minors?"

"Aimou, do you have a birth certificate?" Bologue asked, "Any form of identification?"

Aimou paused and thought about it. At the end of the day, Aimou’s essence is that of an Alchemy Puppet created by Teda. Although gifted with real life in Fantasy Becoming Reality, in social relations, she never cared much, plus after the incident, she joined the Order Bureau, living in the Cultivation Room, making such crucial items for ordinary people unnecessary for her.

"Ah..."

Aimou pondered and belatedly asked, "Which means, I’m considered undocumented?"

"Probably," Bologue continued, "Even I have identification."

The identification Bologue currently uses is newly issued by the Order Bureau. As for his original identification... for a nearly hundred-year-old young guy, that seemed more like a fake street ID.

"I wonder if undocumented people are protected by law." Bologue muttered under his breath.

"I heard that!"

"Haha."

Bologue couldn’t stop laughing. He had to admit that after revealing his emotions, he indeed felt a sense of relaxation and relief. No longer having to stuff these bothersome things in his heart, he also felt some peculiar, similar to a possessive desire. He liked seeing Aimou in this shy and flustered manner, as if it satisfied some kind of dark humor.

"Will it be busy ahead?"

Aimou sat back down, her voice softer. While Bologue was getting to know her, she was also getting to know Bologue.

Bologue is a very simple person, so simple that eating is just a means of sustenance, and sleep is merely a place to rest... he can deconstruct many things to the most essential level.

The simpler the person, the less they need, but when he expresses a need, it is enough to perceive how dire his situation is.

Just like now.

"Very busy, even terrible."

Bologue restrained his smile, recalling the questions raised by Lebius in his mind, he once again showed a confident expression.

"It’s okay."