C806 A Genius Mocking a Genius

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Under the night sky, in a remote tavern in Florence City, Dante, who was wearing a red windbreaker, was shaking his head helplessly.

"I really don't know... Beatricche doesn't exist. How could I know what she looks like?"

"I don't know what else you write?"

Virgil, who was reeking of alcohol, widened his eyes