Sesaat berlalu. Ketika Paul membuka matanya, dia mendapati dirinya berada di ruangan gelap. "Di mana... Ugh, uhuk, uhuk!" Begitu dia terbangun, rasa sakit menjalari seluruh tubuhnya. Seolah-olah setiap serat keberadaannya menjerit. Ingatan terakhir Paul adalah saat Frondier tiba-tiba menyalipnya dan mencengkeram kerah bajunya. Dia tidak ingat apa yang dilakukan Frondier setelah itu. 'Jadi dia membuatku pingsan lalu merusak tubuhku supaya aku tidak bisa kabur? Dia benar-benar melakukannya dengan teliti.' Karena tidak bisa mengingat mengapa dirinya pingsan, Paul menganggap luka-luka di sekujur tubuhnya sebagai kejadian terpisah. Hanya karena Paul adalah seorang iblis dan pada saat yang sama auranya masih terpasang, dia masih memiliki bentuk yang utuh; kalau tidak, dia sudah dimusnahkan. Di tengah semua ini, Paul bahkan mengagumi keterampilan Frondier (?) dalam melukai sambil memastikan korbannya tetap pingsan. "Dia bahkan mengikatku. Setelah membuat tubuhku seperti ini." Seperti yang dikatakan Paul, saat ini dia terikat di kursi. Bahan yang digunakan untuk mengikatnya, tentu saja, adalah Obsidian. Paul mendecakkan lidahnya melihat sifat Frondier yang teliti, tapi sebenarnya Frondier hanya mengikatnya tanpa menyadari seberapa parah luka Paul. Paul pasrah dan mengendurkan tubuhnya. Ikatan Obsidian itu sangat kuat, dan kabur dari Frondier dalam kondisi seperti ini mustahil baginya. 'Fakta bahwa dia tidak membunuhku dan repot-repot melumpuhkanku berarti dia masih punya alasan untuk membuatku tetap hidup.' Bernegosiasi dengannya mungkin adalah peluang terbaiknya untuk bertahan hidup. 'Tapi di mana ini?' Paul ingin tahu lokasinya, tapi ruangan itu begitu gelap sampai dia hampir tidak bisa melihat apa pun. Sebagai gantinya, dia mengetukkan kakinya. Di tengah keheningan, suara ketukan kakinya, "Dug," bergema. '...Perasaan dan suara ini seperti laboratorium. Aku masih di dalam Hitchcock.' Ada kemungkinan Frondier menyeretnya keluar, tapi sepertinya bukan itu masalahnya. Dengan sedikit lebih fokus, dia bisa menangkap bau logam dan kimia khas laboratorium, meski bau darahnya sendiri sangat menyengat. 'Apakah Frondier masih ada urusan dengan perusahaan ini?' Kalau Paul berada di posisi Frondier, dia akan membawa dirinya yang pingsan dan meninggalkan perusahaan ini. Lalu mengurungnya di tempat yang tidak akan pernah ditemukan siapa pun. Namun, fakta bahwa Frondier tidak melakukannya berarti dia masih punya alasan untuk tinggal di sini? Saat itu, terdengar langkah kaki dari luar pintu. Langkah yang santai namun berat. Langkah kaki itu segera mencapai pintu tempat Paul berada, dan Pintu itu perlahan terbuka. Paul menoleh, silau oleh cahaya yang masuk. Hanya cahaya dari luar sudah cukup menyilaukannya. Sudah berapa lama dia berada dalam kegelapan ini? Paul mendengar suara yang familiar, namun dibencinya, lalu menoleh ke arahnya. Matanya membelalak. Frondier membawa Jeremy di salah satu bahunya. Jeremy tidak bergerak, entah mati atau pingsan. Frondier melempar Jeremy ke samping Paul dan menekan sakelar, menerangi ruangan. Begitu bisa melihat, Paul memeriksa kondisi Jeremy. Jeremy penuh memar dan luka, tapi dia bisa melihat dadanya naik turun dengan lemah. Sepertinya dia belum mati. "Apa yang kau lakukan pada Jeremy?" "Hanya beberapa ujian sederhana." Frondier masuk ke ruangan dan menutup pintu. Duk, duk, dia berjalan mengelilingi laboratorium seolah-olah itu kamarnya sendiri. Seolah-olah dia orang yang akrab dengan perusahaan ini. Cara dia berjalan menghampiri dan menuangkan air ke cangkir benar-benar seperti tuan rumah. "Setelah kau pingsan, aku pindah ke sini dan memeriksa Jeremy, dan ternyata dia bertarung dengan cukup gigih. Saat itu dia sudah penuh luka, tapi semangat bertarungnya belum hilang." Frondier menyesap airnya dan meletakkan cangkirnya sambil berbicara. "Aku hanya menurunkan sedikit performanya." "Golem yang kutunjukkan padamu punya versi sebelumnya. Jadi aku menggantinya ke golem versi lama, dan dia berhasil bertahan cukup lama. Tapi sepertinya dia kesulitan dengan luka dan kelelahan yang menumpuk." "Lalu aku menggantinya ke golem versi yang lebih lama lagi, dan entah bagaimana dia masih bertahan. Kemudian, aku menyingkirkan golemnya dan menghadapinya hanya dengan Obsidian. Dia tampak kesulitan juga, jadi selanjutnya aku sendiri yang mengambil senjata dan bertarung melawannya. Namun, saat itu dia sepertinya sudah kesulitan bahkan memegang senjatanya sendiri. Dia bahkan tidak bisa menahan seranganku, jadi aku berhenti menyerang dan fokus bertahan. Saat itulah dia entah bagaimana bisa mengayunkan pedangnya lagi." "Setelah itu jadi cukup membosankan." Frondier tidak menyembunyikan ekspresi bosannya saat berbicara.
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A brief moment passed. When Paul opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark room. “Where… Ugh, cough, cough!” As soon as he awoke, pain surged through his entire body. It was as if his very being was screaming. Paul’s last memory was of Frondier suddenly overtaking him and grabbing him by the collar. He had no recollection of what Frondier did after that. ‘Did he knock me out and then mess up my body to prevent me from escaping? He really did a thorough job of making a mess of me.’ Unable to remember why he had fainted, Paul perceived the injuries throughout his body as separate incidents. It was only thanks to Paul being a devil and simultaneously having his aura deployed that he still had a semblance of form; otherwise, he would have been obliterated. In the midst of all this, Paul even admired Frondier’s skill (?) in inflicting injuries while ensuring he remained unconscious. “He even restrained me. After putting my body in this state.” As Paul mentioned, he was currently bound to a chair. The material used for the restraint was, of course, Obsidian. Paul clicked his tongue at Frondier’s meticulous nature, but in reality, Frondier had simply tied him up without realizing the extent of Paul’s injuries. Paul simply resigned himself and relaxed his body. The Obsidian restraints were incredibly strong, and escaping from Frondier in his current condition was impossible anyway. ‘The fact that he didn’t kill me and went to such lengths to immobilize me means he still has a reason to keep me alive.’ Negotiating with him would probably be his best chance of survival. ‘But where is this place?’ Paul wanted to know his location, but it was so dark that he could barely see. Instead, he tapped his foot. In the silence, the sound of his foot tapping, “Thump,” echoed. ‘…This feeling and sound seem like the laboratory. I’m still inside Hitchcock.’ There was a possibility that Frondier had dragged him outside, but that didn't seem to be the case. Focusing a little more, he could detect the metallic and chemical scents characteristic of the laboratory, despite the overwhelming smell of his own blood. ‘Does Frondier still have business with the company?’ If Paul were in Frondier’s shoes, he would have taken the unconscious him and left this company. And he would have imprisoned him in a place where no one would ever find him. However, the fact that Frondier hadn't done so meant that he still had a reason to stay here? At that moment, footsteps could be heard from outside the door. Leisurely but heavy steps. The footsteps soon reached the door where Paul was, and The door slowly opened. Paul turned his head away, blinded by the light streaming in. Just the light from outside was blinding him. How long had he been in this darkness? Paul heard a familiar, yet hateful voice and looked towards it. His eyes widened. Frondier had Jeremy slung over one shoulder. Jeremy was motionless, either dead or unconscious. Frondier tossed Jeremy next to Paul and flipped a switch, illuminating the room. As soon as he could see, Paul checked on Jeremy. Jeremy was covered in bruises and wounds, but he could see his chest rising and falling shallowly. He didn't seem to be dead. “What did you do to Jeremy?” “Just a few simple tests.” Frondier entered the room and closed the door. Thump, thump, he walked around the laboratory as if it were his own room. As if he were someone familiar with this company. The way he walked over and poured water into a cup was just like the owner of the house. “After you fainted, I moved here and went to check on Jeremy, and surprisingly, he was putting up a good fight. He was already covered in wounds at that point, but he hadn't lost his will to fight.” And so, Frondier took a sip of water and set the cup down as he spoke. “I just lowered his performance a bit.” “The golem I showed you has a previous version. So I switched him to the older version of the golem, and he managed to hold out for a while. But he seemed to be struggling with the accumulated injuries and fatigue.” “So I switched him to the even older version of the golem, and he somehow managed to endure that too. Then, I removed the golem and faced him with just Obsidian. He seemed to struggle with that as well, so next, I personally took up a weapon and fought him. However, by then, he seemed to be having trouble even holding his own weapon. He couldn't even block my attacks, so I stopped attacking and focused on defense. That’s when he somehow managed to swing his sword again.” “It got pretty boring from there.” Frondier didn't hide his bored expression as he spoke.
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