In the dimly lit room, Olivia leaned against Bologue, as if giving Bologue a warm embrace, yet also as if ready to thrust a dagger through Bologue's chest... To Bologue, these two seemed almost indistinguishable.
Bologue looked at Olivia impassively, the hazy black veil shrouding her entire figure, like a mist that blurred her form and features into a dreamlike haze.
This must be some kind of Alchemy Armament that blocks sunlight, much like a sun-protective suit, allowing Olivia a degree of mobility under the daylight.
Warm breaths were close at hand. Staring at this misty figure, Bologue suddenly realized he had never seen Olivia's true face. An inexplicable urge surged within him as he cautiously lifted his hand toward Olivia's ear, attempting to unveil this mysterious veil.
Olivia remained silent, holding onto that subtle smile, her gaze intertwining with Bologue's, mingling crimson with deep blue, like color swatches blurred together on a palette.
