It seems he has a thousand faces and a thousand names.
The man is smiling, though his face is indistinct, but Lebius can sense that he is smiling at him.
He carries no sense of oppression, just like an ordinary movie buff, beckoning Lebius to join him in enjoying the film.
Lebius sits down next to him, about to say something, but the man speaks first.
"Is it about Bologue Lazarus?"
Lebius is slightly surprised, but quickly he recalls the man's powers, which make such matters no secret to him.
"I'm quite interested in that fellow too. Had you not chosen him and released him, I wouldn't have noticed such an intriguing person in your Order Bureau."
The man waves his hand, the playing movie halts, and the screen freezes on a vast wasteland.
"Truly fascinating…"
He is absorbed in the enigma of Bologue.
"I…" Lebius tries to speak, but facing such an ordinary man, he only feels waves of pressure.
"Feeling uncomfortable? How about this face? You might find it more familiar."
