"Are you doing it on purpose?"
Bologue unconsciously clenched his hand, squeezing the drink cup, causing the juice to overflow and spill all over his hand.
"What's on purpose? I'm just conversing with you normally."
Belphegor's mouth slightly curved. He had successfully enticed Bologue. Whatever odd things he might say next, Bologue would continue talking to him, simply for the sake of real or false information.
Bologue felt his heartbeat gradually intensify, his chest becoming feverishly hot, with the clear sound of his heartbeat echoing in the cinema.
Seeing Bologue silent, Belphegor spoke on his own, "If immortality is the indestructibility of the flesh, then you should have seen examples of this in the Undying Club, stone sculptures and decaying shells. Is such immortality interesting?"
