Now Aorus felt a bit of regret; perhaps an ordinary person could find more solace in despair at this moment.
"Sewer..." "Who..." "Together..." "...Ah..."
The noise grew closer and closer, and the end was near. This time, he emptied his mind, trying to find new sparks in his memory.
In an unbelievable turn, Aorus thought of the taste of beer. Late at night, the bar played terrible rock music, and Ed wailed atop a table. Ed had recently broken up, having pursued a junior for six months only to find out she had a boyfriend back home. He was boasting with his subordinates that a man's ambition should embrace the world, not just those around him, envisioning future encounters. Actually, Aorus had never been in love; his understanding of romance came chiefly from family tales and a few romance novels Creyah had given him. But comforting subordinates without mentioning this was impossible unless he were to cry with them.
