Chapter 159: Patting Little Antigo's Head

Moreover... Antigonus's gaze subtly swept over Lynn, Amon, and Mr. Door. He noticed the curiosity in Amon's eyes and his wariness towards Lynn, as well as the expression on Mr. Door's face that seemed to say, "So, you too have suffered under Lynn."

Antigonus wasn't truly foolish. Although he might not be as cunning as someone like Amon, as the King of Angels on the Fool's Pathway, he definitely wasn't stupid.

Seeing Amon and Mr. Door's expressions, Antigonus immediately realized that something must have happened recently.

Among the things he didn't understand, it was clear that Amon had suffered a setback at Lynn's hands. Otherwise, this habitual blasphemer, who usually did whatever he wanted and lacked reverence even for gods, wouldn't show such an attitude towards Lynn.

As for Bethel, it was even more telling. As the King of Angels closest to Sequence 0, Mr. Door was always the most serious and proud among the three of them. Now facing Lynn with such a mix of helplessness and reverence, it was clear he too had experienced something significant, probably even more so than Amon, indicating he understood Lynn's true nature better.

The implications were obvious.

Antigonus didn't know exactly what the young man before him was, but considering the altered past, the sudden influx of knowledge, and the attitudes of Amon and Mr. Door, he understood one thing very clearly: this was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.

He regretted attending this foolish Tudor tea party... Antigonus silently cursed his bad luck.

While Antigonus quickly grasped the situation and chose to submit, across from him, Amon and Bethel were also taking note of his conspicuous attitude.

Mr. Door didn't find this surprising, as he was well aware of Lynn's strength. If Antigonus had seen Lynn brutally beating the Mother Tree of Desire, his current submissive attitude would be completely understandable.

Amon, still smiling, felt a deeper sense of apprehension.

Although Antigonus hadn't said much, his reaction and attitude told Amon one thing: in Antigonus's perception, Libert was a terrifying existence.

Even though Amon had suspected this, having it confirmed made him feel uneasy.

So, what exactly are you?

Amon stared at the young man beside him, pondering this question while also considering how to extract more information from Antigonus, who clearly knew more.

"That's great..." As the center of everyone's attention, Lynn remained nonchalant, indifferent to their speculations. He nodded with satisfaction and, raising an eyebrow, looked at the nearly fuming big dog in front of him and asked, "Little Antigo, are you afraid of me?"

Why wouldn't I be afraid of you?

Antigonus's expression stiffened further. After a few seconds, he forced a smile and said, "No, you're overthinking it."

"Actually, you don't need to be afraid of me. I'm not a bad person. As long as you don't provoke me, I won't be interested in doing anything to you. Well, probably." Lynn hesitated at the end before nodding.

Antigonus: ...That's not reassuring at all!

But what could Antigonus do? He could only smile and accept reality.

Lynn, remembering something, brightened up and asked, "Can you still transform into a demonic wolf?"

Lynn was quite interested in big dogs. He had already tugged at the head of the Evernight Goddess's demonic wolf form, so tugging at Little Ann's wouldn't be bad either!

"I can still transform into a demonic wolf, why?" Antigonus hesitated but answered honestly.

As a demonic wolf, although his mythical creature form was a Worms of Spirit, he could naturally revert to his original demonic wolf form if he wished. As a member of the Fool's Pathway, Antigonus could transform into any desired form.

"Can you transform into a demonic wolf later and let me pet your head?" Lynn requested without hesitation, adding, "I don't mean anything by it, I just personally like fluffy big dogs. The Evernight Goddess's demonic wolf form's head was quite prickly; I wonder if your fur will be softer."

So you've patted the Evernight Goddess's head... and she let you? Should I make my fur softer?

In that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Antigonus's mind. Finally, he stiffly nodded and forced a smile, "If you wish, it's fine."

Despite the forced smile, Antigonus didn't mind having his head patted. His sister used to do it all the time.

Antigonus just didn't understand why everyone was so eager to pet heads.

"You're a good dog, no, a good wolf!" Lynn sincerely said, "By the way, you don't need to address me formally, just call me by my name."

"Alright... Libert." Antigonus obediently complied.

Bethel's expression turned subtle. He had thought the next victim would be Tudor or Will, not Antigonus.

And from the information revealed in their conversation, it seemed more had fallen victim to Lynn than he had imagined.

For instance, the mysterious Evernight Goddess had also had her head patted by Lynn.

Bethel instinctively visualized this scene in his mind and concluded that compared to these people, his experiences were trivial.

Just being instigated by Lynn to harm others was better than being the one persecuted.

—Mr. Door was once again on the verge of being corrupted.

"Ah, one more thing..." Lynn recalled something, looked at Antigonus, and smiled, "I know you're scared, but try to act natural in front of Tudor later. I'm not ready to reveal my true nature yet. Just consider me as Bethel's child for now!"

"Alright." Antigonus quickly nodded and couldn't help but glance at Bethel.

The latter also looked at him at that moment. After a brief exchange of looks, they both felt sympathy for each other.

(End of Chapter)