Chapter 579: The War Begins (4)
Eugene remembered passing through the gates of Babel, the road towards the main castle. Three hundred years ago, this place was teeming with demons, undead, and chimeras, and it was riddled with traps.
But now it lay empty. Aside from Balzac, who had died blocking the way, and the Demon King of Incarceration in the throne room, there seemed to be no one else in Babel.
‘Because it's meaningless,' Eugene thought as he walked through the desolate garden. It was a garden without a single flower or weed. It was questionable whether this place could still be called a garden, but the scattered, neglected sculptures suggested it once served as one.
'Recreating what was here three hundred years ago wouldn't stop me now,' he thought.
Too much time had passed. Back then, breaching Babel was a matter of life and death, but not anymore.
That left Eugene with more questions. Vermouth could have breached the garden alone even then. But he didn’t. Vermouth had his share of struggles in Babel, before and during his battles with the Demon Kings of Carnage, Cruelty, and Fury. Vermouth had always given his all. Eugene never thought it was just an act. It simply had to be that way.
Eugene didn’t voice his thoughts.
He had his suspicions. No, he was certain, and he acknowledged it. But he did not want to confront it. He had been avoiding it.
But now, he could no longer afford to do so. Hadn't Vermouth already told him? He knew Vermouth's true identity, the Oath, the goal three hundred years ago. He knew what the Demon King of Incarceration yearned for.