Before long, Leonard Churchill made his exit from the Hundred Confluence Opera House.
As his feet crossed the theater's grand exit, he finally let out a long breath, a sigh of immense relief: "Huff..."
Glancing back at the crimson curtains of the opera house, his gaze revealed a trace of gravity.
Although his exchange with Reuel Bible had been conflict-free, only he understood the oppressive feeling of conversing with the will of an Outer God, a sensation keen enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Old Bible was still the old friend he knew.
But not entirely.
In Old Bible, Leonard saw the stark contrast of justice and evil, the conflict between chaos and order... a profoundly contradictory individual.
Leonard couldn't quite articulate that strange feeling.
A friend, yet not entirely a friend.
This made Leonard's own attitude towards him conflicted.
As for the aftermath of the Magic Sword Tirfeng...
Leonard never dwelt on things he couldn't change.