The two watched the burning figure, the pitch-black armor was decaying from Lorenzo's body, the soaring Secret Blood gradually calming down, the black blade in his hand seeming to slice through despair like the Angel's Sword.
Looking at this damned detective, Bola felt a mix of emotions for a moment, finally his voice became somewhat choked.
"Damn it! Damn it! I think I'm bloody in love with this madman!"
Bola was somewhat incoherent, while on the other side Blue Jade also breathed a sigh of relief, slumping down powerlessly. If she weren't so utterly exhausted, she would have wanted to express some joy.
"I have no interest in men, move aside."
Lorenzo had already alleviated his emotions from Ed's death, cursing and swearing, returning to his former self.
"How… did you do it?"
