The bourgeois lady cast her gaze upon Bologue, raising her hand.
"Please sit."
Bologue was momentarily taken aback, then noticed a chair right behind him. Once more, he looked at the bourgeois lady before him, recalling that twisted mass of flesh and the cold broadcast voice.
He did not believe the mass of flesh had turned into the lady before him but rather that some force had distorted his perception, transforming the image of that mass into its current form.
So what could this chair truly be? A blood-oozing tentacle?
Bologue did not ponder too much; the question would soon meet its answer. All he needed was patience.
Sitting on the chair, before Bologue could speak, the bourgeois lady initiated the conversation.
"Allow me to introduce myself. In my past life... more precisely, before I became part of the Undead, I was the second Director of the Order Bureau.
Maria of Iron Trees and Steel Branches."
