After Decayer finished speaking, the air fell into a brief silence.
When Liriel had raised that question, she had already guessed what Decayer would say. Yet when she truly heard him recount that past, steeped in heart-piercing regret, in such an even and placid tone, she could not help but be moved.
Nearly everyone in this world harbored a regrettable past in their heart.
But for Decayer, it had been especially painful.
Especially when she thought of the Prussia Civilization's subsequent collapse, of how it had been left as the sole remnant of an entire civilization—even as an outsider, Liriel could feel that boundless, endless loneliness.
However, Liriel did not comfort Decayer.
Just as she had not wanted Decayer to pity her before.
They merely exchanged a glance before tacitly turning their eyes toward Nomephins. It was as though the regrets they had just laid bare had truly only been meant to complete the task of "finding the type of question Nomephins approved of," unrelated to emotion and solely for clearing the trial.
Nomephins let out a short, hoarse laugh.
"Heh. Though I do not like sentimentalism, I do like sincere answers."
"So, you pass this round."
Liriel and Decayer should have appeared delighted, but perhaps because of the atmosphere, or because the aftereffects still lingered, their expressions did not change much.
Nomephins said, "However, my fondness for sentimental answers applies only to this round."
Liriel nodded almost without hesitation, indicating her acceptance.
She had thought she could calmly recount those past events, but she now realized that was truly only what she had thought.
So even if Nomephins had not said so, she herself did not want to touch upon such topics again.
In the void.
Angel looked at Decayer with some surprise.
Whether its question this time