Chapter 294: Lynn's First Meeting with Bernadette

After establishing contact with Mr. Door and hearing His stories of the past, Klein enjoyed a rare period of calm.

No unexpected encounters with dangerous Beyonders, no life-and-death situations to thwart evil gods' schemes. Apart from summoning Fors above the gray fog to inform her that the Abraham family's full moon curse had ended and asking if she would like to become the Fool's angel and join the Abraham family, Klein's days were relaxing and pleasant. He also occasionally took lessons from Mr. Door.

Incidentally, probably because Fors still harbored ambitions of advancement, she eventually accepted the Fool's request. She agreed to become His favored one and contact the members of the Abraham family.

However, since Mr. Door's message would only be delivered at the next full moon, Klein didn't rush Fors to contact the Abraham family members. Instead, he asked her to prepare in advance and wait for the right time to approach Mr. Dorian Gray.

After a few leisurely days, another Tuesday arrived quickly.

Early in the morning, Lynn knocked on the door opposite after breakfast. When Klein opened the door, Lynn greeted him enthusiastically and said with a smile, "Good morning, Sherlock. Are you ready? We need to leave soon. If we're late, we'll have to queue for a long time. You don't want to spend the whole morning in line, do you?"

"Frankly, given Emperor Roselle's popularity in the Loen Kingdom, even if we leave now, we'll probably still have to queue for a long time," Klein said seriously, then laughed and returned the greeting. "Good morning, Lynn. You seem in a good mood. Are you looking forward to the Roselle exhibition today?"

Indeed, after a few peaceful days, the long-awaited Roselle exhibition had finally arrived for Lynn.

Even though Lynn had already decided to let his divine avatar approach Bernadette, it didn't stop him from dragging Klein along to see Roselle's dark history.

"Of course, aren't you excited? These are our fellow transmigrator's belongings. There might be secrets only we can understand," Lynn said, stroking his chin with great interest. "And although I've only partially recovered my memories, I can barely read Roselle's diary now. At the very least, we can see if Roselle wrote anything scandalous in his diary. If he did, I wouldn't mind helping to publicize it for free..."

"Who told him to copy so many books and make me write so many literary analyses?" Lynn added, emphasizing his vengeful and dramatic nature.

Klein also remembered this, and his expression turned complicated. He couldn't help but say, "I think part of the blame might lie with the Angel of Secrets."

After all, he hadn't forgotten that Lynn's literature teacher was the Angel of Secrets in disguise.

"Half and half. I'll have to put the Angel of Secrets in a sack and beat Him up someday," Lynn said seriously, then sighed. "It's a pity Roselle was assassinated over a hundred years ago. Even if I spread his dark history, it won't really affect him..."

Although Lynn knew deep down that a certain emperor was currently bored, sitting on his "golden toilet" playing cards, humanity part of "Lynn Sotos" naturally didn't know this.

Klein's expression darkened at these words. Not knowing Roselle was still alive, he sighed and said, "Let's go. If we don't leave now, we might really spend the whole morning in line."

They then took an public carriage and soon arrived at the Unit 2 King's Avenue: The public Royal Museum, where the Roselle Memorial Exhibition was being held.

As expected, a considerable queue had already formed in front of the museum, but it wasn't yet long enough to be discouraging.

With their tickets, they obediently followed the line, and after a while, they entered the museum with the rest of the crowd, following the guide.

Then Lynn saw Roselle's down comforter, Roselle's goblet, and Roselle's golden toilet...

'He liked golden toilets so much; no wonder he was forced to sit on the throne for so many years...' Lynn couldn't help but internally comment, while his eyes instinctively scanned the exhibition hall, searching for Bernadette.

Soon, Lynn's gaze locked onto a target. A woman was standing quietly in front of one of Roselle's display cases, gazing at the items within. The display case contained items Roselle had once made for his children.

She was a woman over 1.73 metres (5 ft 8 in) tall, with chestnut hair like Roselle's, cascading down to her waist. She had a well-proportioned figure, neither too fat nor too thin, wearing a yellow frilly dress with a youthful style, but paired with an old-fashioned black hat, creating a somewhat mismatched overall look.

'Bernadette actually showed up...' Lynn blinked, naturally withdrawing his gaze and continuing to tour Roselle's other items with Klein.

Meanwhile, the Angel of Secrets silently appeared in a corner of the museum, unnoticed by anyone.

The Angel of Secrets glanced at Lynn, who was eagerly admiring various items from Roselle's dark history, with a slightly helpless smile. Then He looked at Bernadette, who was still standing in front of the display case, and took a small step forward.

In the next moment, the Angel of Secrets appeared beside Bernadette and smiled, saying, "Perhaps Roselle was not a good emperor, but He was indeed a good father, wasn't He?"

Bernadette, who had been quietly reminiscing about her childhood, was startled. As a Sequence 3 Clairvoyant, she was certain there had been no one beside her a moment ago; this person had appeared suddenly.

Bernadette's first thought was that the Church of Steam and Machinery had found her and set a trap.

But she quickly dismissed this. Despite the fallout between the Church of Steam and Machinery and her father Roselle, it hadn't reached the point of tearing each other apart. Otherwise, the Church wouldn't be holding the Roselle exhibition, nor would Bornova still be in the church.

More importantly, as a Clairvoyant, Bernadette could vaguely sense how dangerous this seemingly unremarkable man beside her was. He was definitely an angel.

And she recognized most of the Church of Steam and Machinery's angels, even if she didn't know them well.

'So who was this?'

Bernadette was extremely wary, but considering the ordinary people around and aware of the gap between herself and an angel, she didn't rush into action. Instead, she followed the topic and said, "He was indeed a good father once..."

(End of Chapter)

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