The awkward, boring banquet dragged on. Duke Oakris continued guzzling wine and tearing into meat without a shred of dignity. He had not even noticed that the beautiful maid in his arms had become a corpse. The other dinner attendants standing nearby as mere background decorations could only tremble as they pretended not to see the gloomy, bloody atmosphere. At the table exquisitely carved from demon bones, Ganatica alone sat expressionlessly eating dried fruit.
Yet amid the bizarre Hellish culinary tradition of "pouring a cup of virgin blood over everything," only the sweet and spicy dried fruit suited the youthful avenger's tastes...
How much longer do I have to stay in this damned place? The scent of Chaos Law is practically becoming ordinary air now that I've adapted to it... Did I forget something? My memories are perfectly clear, but what exactly did I forget?
Shaking his head helplessly, Ganatica even spoke his inner mutterings aloud.
Perhaps because he had spent far too long near the Abyss, he constantly felt oppressed. His mind was muddled, as though a curtain had been draped over it. The passion of battle had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by... nothing but numbness tinged with confusion.
I definitely forgot something, something very, very important. I just can't remember it...
In the end, the young warrior known as the "Avenger" could only silently shake his head and abandon that terrifying line of thought.
His way of resisting the corrosive influence of madness and chaos was to empty his mind and think of nothing. Over time, regardless of how effective that truly was, Ganatica at least felt that he had far fewer worries than he had at the beginning of the Blood War.
"..."
Bang!
The noisy yet silent banquet did not continue forever, just