Oupulia readily signed the confidentiality pact.
Rosen did not deliberately keep him in suspense and directly told him about the Budding. At first, Oupulia was somewhat dismissive, but once he understood the classification of mysterious objects, he fell silent.
After a series of startled expressions and inner struggles, Oupulia's emotions finally calmed.
"...I suddenly regret signing this pact." Oupulia rubbed his already throbbing temples. Even without making any prophecy, he could sense boundless malice shrouding him.
"Once you learn of the Budding, there is no chance to regret it." Rosen spoke calmly.
"I understand." Oupulia let out a deep sigh and slowly began facing reality through his helplessness. "What does the City Lord want me to do?"
"You should know. I want to learn more about the Budding."
Oupulia nodded. "All right, I'll try."
With that, Oupulia slowly walked to the center of the hall. He looked solemn, his lips moving as though he were chanting some secret incantation. But if one listened closely, one would find that his soft muttering consisted entirely of things like, "Why did I have to sign that confidentiality pact?", "I know perfectly well that the more you know, the more dangerous it is, yet I still insisted on charging down this road. I regret it!"...
Besides these words of regret, there were also scattered, incomprehensible complaints.
For instance: "Why is half the floor stone and half metal today? Are you renovating?", "Is this the decorating style of a patterned horse? Since when did the City Lord's taste become so strange?", "The old metal floor was so polished you could see beneath a person's skirt in it. It was wonderful. Why change it around so recklessly?"
Angel listened with a speechless expression. Rosen, on the other hand, along with Antonio's projection from the communicator, remained