96. He's Very Lazy

96. He Was Very Lazy

Blanca did not actually understand why Carl insisted on stopping the nuclear bomb from detonating.

To her, she still seemed to be the same Blanca who had first met Carl—the one accustomed to climbing upward through any means necessary, still holding an almost indifferent calm toward the lives of ordinary people.

Everything she had experienced and been taught while growing up had long since been carved deep into her bones and nature, and she had never felt there was anything wrong with that.

If this was the result of being "alienated" by corporate culture from childhood, then she had indeed been thoroughly alienated.

But that did not mean she was unwilling to do something for it.

Even if she did not understand, as long as it was Carl's will, she was willing to help.

Because Carl was probably the only person in this world who made her feel sunlight and warmth. Whenever she looked at him, Blanca always felt a sense of reassurance, and she could understand one thing as well:

What he did had to be right.

Perhaps that was somewhat blind, and the education she had received made it impossible for her to logically agree with Carl's choice, but some deeper instinct told her—Carl was right.

Blanca knew what that deeper perception was.

Nor did she deny that, as a woman, her special feelings for Carl had given rise to such thoughts in her heart. But she did not dislike those thoughts. She was even willing to indulge them.

And that indulgence could be like a moth flying into a flame.

As long as she could ultimately touch that lingering warmth, it was enough.

Besides, Carl was always there. The warmth and reassurance he brought could not be replaced by anything.

For Carl,