The crew, or rather... the Unfettered Poetry Society.
Bologue looked at the blood-stained head, even as death approached, the man's face still held an expression of immense joy, as if what awaited him was not death, but a kind of sacred Celestial Kingdom.
"Tell me more about the part concerning the Unfettered Poetry Society."
Bologue was already being watched by the Unfettered Poetry Society, even experts couldn't understand what these unrestrained lunatics wanted to obtain from him.
"Sorry, the Order Bureau... no, the entire Rhine Alliance's Secret Societies don't know much about the Unfettered Poetry Society, even about the Devil lurking behind them, whom they worship, we are unclear."
Lebius told a lie, a benevolent lie; they knew which Devil controlled it all.
"We only know that the Devil, much like the name of the Unfettered Poetry Society, changes his honorific with the passage of history.
World Observer, Connoisseur, Bystander, Grand Recorder..."
