Poetry.
Bologue had read some poetry, and in his view, it was a thoroughly romantic term—a literary medium composed of highly condensed language and rhythm, imbued with intense emotions, and expressing the myriad facets of the soul.
Suddenly, Bologue recalled the anomaly he encountered during his ascension ritual, where he witnessed the story of a poet and the mountains amidst a sky-piercing storm as if experiencing it firsthand.
Due to this experience, poetry held a peculiar significance for Bologue.
He grew curious, curious as to why Belphegor would raise such a question. The sinister Devil and romantic poetry seemed quite mismatched no matter how one thought about it.
"From many years ago, I've loved all forms of artistic creation; before movies existed, my favorite art form was poetry."
Belphegor watched the screen, where the scene displayed a desolate expanse and a poet persevering in the knife-like cold wind.
"Still surprised?"
