At the break of dawn, Bologue was already awake. He was a person who slept very little; usually, after a few hours of sleep, he would be fully energized.
Geoffrey had also marveled at Bologue's vigor, and when faced with his inquiries, Bologue casually explained, "I've already slept long enough in the Black Prison."
Having awoken, he didn't immediately get out of bed as per usual but lay in the warm covers, eyes half-closed, contemplating something.
The bizarre scenes of last night flashed back before his eyes, crossing time and space, bringing a bone-chilling coldness.
Bologue reached out, fumbling randomly on the windowsill beside the bed and easily touched that cold object.
The drowsiness vanished in an instant, Bologue was fully awake, as if being dragged from a warm bed into the icy depths of the sea.
Breathing slightly hasty, he picked up the object and held it above his head, staring at it.
Mammon Coin.
Golden and dazzling, like a piece of gold, the Mammon Coin.
