Chapter 246: Little Red Beats Little Raven

Medici indeed understood. He looked at Amon, who had somehow fallen to the back of the group.

Seeing Medici's gaze, Amon adjusted his monocle and gave a provocative smile. Then, he turned and ran, while throwing away the dignity of the King of Angels, not wanting to stay and get beaten. Amon knew that if he stayed, he would be chased and beaten by Medici and Lynn. If he didn't leave, others might also take the chance to sneak in a hit or two.

Amon was quite aware of his ability to provoke others.

"Hah!" Seeing this, Medici chased after him, raising his hand to summon a red flame above Amon's head.

But Amon wasn't the type to not fight back. Despite the bias in Lynn's intervention, Amon snapped his fingers and stole the flame. Medici nearly tripped, saved from a fall only by his quick reflexes.

Amon had tampered with Medici's fate using the Trojan Horse of Fate, causing the mishap.

But as Medici almost tripped, a bolt of lightning struck Amon, who stumbled and got hit, his hair standing on end, looking disheveled.

This wasn't the work of a Lord of Storms but the power of a Weather Warlock.

As for why Amon stumbled at the critical moment... Lynn's eyes fell on Ouroboros, who guiltily averted his gaze.

Lynn wasn't surprised. He had told Medici about Amon's sealed state, hoping everyone would get their chance to settle scores. Besides Medici, others chose to observe, for now, probably planning to take action during free time later.

After all, everyone had suffered under Amon's antics. Though a King of Angels, Amon was hard to catch and beat even for Sequence 0 Gods. His penchant for provoking others made him almost as unpopular as Medici among high-sequence Beyonders.

Given this rare opportunity, most wouldn't pass it up.

As for offending Amon—no one was on good terms with him anyway. Even if alliances were needed later, a simple beating wouldn't prevent cooperation if mutual interests aligned, as shown when Medici temporarily allied with Amon, his half-nemesis, in the Fifth Epoch.

Medici and Amon's skirmish, while appearing playful, involved genuine attempts to harm each other. Even a minor stumble hid many layered traps. If Medici had fallen, he would have faced severe consequences.

Yet, both kept their confrontation contained, avoiding damage to their surroundings, not wanting to further provoke Lynn.

Lynn theatrically shouted, "Stop fighting! If you must, go to the training hall!" pretending he hadn't incited the situation.

Then, Lynn turned to Bethel, saying, "Bethel, you know this place well. Please lead everyone to the banquet hall. I'll go watch the fun-I mean stop this farce..."

Bethel, given no choice, nodded reluctantly, saying, "Alright."

Watching Lynn eagerly chase after the commotion, Bethel sighed, then addressed the group, "Please follow me."

Antigonus, in the corner, relaxed, trying to remain unnoticed.

But... Antigonus glanced toward Amon. Perhaps he could also take a quiet shot at Amon later?

Clearly, not only Amon and Mr. Door had a fragile alliance; it was the same between Amon and Antigonus.

...

Our perspective shifts back to when Azik, the Death Consul, arrived at the tea party.

This is why Azik saw Medici chasing Amon. After enjoying the spectacle and secretly aiding Medici, Lynn, satisfied, led the isolated Azik to the banquet hall, leading to the earlier scene.

Azik, unaware of the previous chaos, dutifully changed clothes and followed Lynn to the banquet hall.

—Upon arrival, Azik regretted not lingering elsewhere. The hall's atmosphere could stop an angel's heart.

The Evernight Goddess and the Earth Mother subtly stared at each other, as if a confrontation was about to start between them. The Solomon Empire faction and the Tudor Empire faction were distinctly separated. Despite the lack of overt conflict due to the key provocateur's absences, the tension was palpable.

As Lynn led Azik in, all eyes turned to them. The gathered gods and Kings of Angels, though in their childlike forms, exerted a terrifying pressure.

Azik felt out of place, his back soaked with sweat from the intense gazes.

It wasn't cowardice but an instinctual response to higher beings.

(End of Chapter)

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