(External POV)
Silence returned once the conversation was over.
The Revolutionary had already disappeared at the end of the gallery.
His footsteps no longer echoed.
His presence was also absent.
As if she had never been there.
The owner remained motionless for a few moments.
His eyes were raised towards the immensity above.
To achieve this, they are ready to "do" it.
These thousands of lives continued to be in turmoil.
hoping, praying, all this despair.
Is he really that stupid, or is he simply unaware of the truth?
A slight smile appeared on her lips.
Then he turned around.
Unlike the Revolutionary, he had never claimed to love humans.
He found them repugnant, unpredictable, and too weak.
Even pretending might kill him with boredom.
The large golden doors of his private box opened before him.
A huge room.
Elegant and silent, just the way he likes them.
The walls were covered with books and symbols, hundreds of them.
Perhaps thousands.
Each shelf was filled to the brim.
His laboratories.
That's what he named her.
He crossed the room slowly.
Then he stopped in front of a particular book.
The young man moved forward, as he expected.
Resentment is more nourishing.
The owner studied this page for a long time.
Then he raised a hand.
A dark shadow appeared at his side.
He turned another page and murmured
– Is he still as serious?
Her smile widened slightly.
He remembered that pleasant encounter.
This little SEO.
And to think it would be so useful to me, I wouldn't have believed it.
Years ago.
At that time, Seo was still just a teenager.
A boy broken by a succession of misfortunes.
Through hatred.
Through solitude.
Through injuries that no one had noticed.
It was nothing more than another lost soul in my kingdom.
Nothing special.
But for weeks, maybe longer.
Day after day.
Until tonight.
I had managed to hold out, though, that's why humans are annoying.
That night when everything should have stopped.
And yet...
It hadn't stopped.
Because it will finally happen.
Clack!
The owner gently placed his fingers against the book, which he closed with annoyance.
– You were so afraid of disappearing.
His reflection overlaps Seo's face.
– So I offered you another option.
Too complicated, a vengeful spirit would have been better.
The owner turned away from the book.
His amusement disappeared.
The shadow folded the sheet of paper; he had just finished his first report.
There was nothing fun about it anymore.
– You're still here.
The owner became angry.
Kim Young was still clinging to his position.
Exhausted.
Red eyes.
Her hands were trembling.
Yet she still refused to give up and reviewed the proposal for the 54th time.
Like a wounded animal that refused to die, she is tough.
The owner remained silent in the face of this news.
Then he burst into a short laugh.
Joyless.
- Amazing.
He really stooped low for nothing.
An arrogant and studious child
It had become a problem.
Because Kim Young wasn't supposed to understand.
Even less so to discover.
– I told her for the last time, if she doesn't take my hand she will die in the pool she herself built.
– How long do you intend to maintain this arrogance?
Then he turned his head slightly and passed two other owners on his way.
– I won, pay me all, I told you she would refuse again.
– It's becoming dangerous.
- I know.
– what can she possibly do
– look for Elisabeth?
The owner simply nodded.
- It's good .
Silence returned.
Then he added:
– That's precisely why we need to block it for as long as possible.
One of the owners frowned.
– Are you afraid of her?
A laugh escaped her lips.
This time, sincere.
– No, but she is still human.
– She is capable of anything.
No one answered.
Because they all understood.
More dangerous than the owners.
More dangerous than death itself.
Something continued to watch them too.