Chapter 258: The Primordial Moon Rises

Regardless of how Medici felt about his foreseeable drudgery, the tea party proceeded smoothly.

After all the tea party members returned to the banquet hall, Lynn snapped his fingers, and different tableware appeared before each member. The round table was then filled with an array of delectable dishes.

"Now, let's begin the second segment of our journey into the Pre-Epoch — Modern Cuisine," Lynn said with a smile, addressing all the tea party members.

"The dishes before you are recreations of delicacies from the pre epoch. You can enjoy these while learning about the culinary culture of that bygone era."

Lynn's demeanor was more relaxed than before.

After all, he had accomplished what he needed to, so whatever happened next would be a pleasant surprise. Lynn could now wholeheartedly enjoy the tea party, treating it like a gathering of troublesome children.

...

While Lynn's secondary identity hosted a tea party for gods and angels during the War of the Four Emperors, in the Fifth Epoch—

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein sat on the living room sofa, quietly reading the evening paper. However, his attention was scattered, and he occasionally glanced out the window.

Outside, the crimson moon was partially obscured by clouds and mist, revealing it wasn't a full moon.

"Will there really be a blood moon..." Klein murmured. His frequent glances at the moon were due to the prophecy of the Angel of Secrets.

It was already late, and the prophesied blood moon hadn't appeared. Nor had Miss Fors, who was supposed to contact them according to the prophecy, shown up, making Klein doubt the prophecy.

But considering the Angel of Secrets, despite being unreliable, wouldn't likely mess with them over something important involving Lynn, Klein held back his complaints.

However, Lynn, who was also seated on the sofa with a cup of coffee, said, "Are we being played?"

Indeed, while his secondary identity entertained gods and angels, Lynn's main body was waiting with Klein for the blood moon.

From this perspective, Fors had the same status.

"I think it's unlikely," Klein said after a few seconds, not entirely confident.

"You never know. That guy is quite mischievous," Lynn commented on his divine incarnation, his eyes thoughtful.

The situation indeed differed from the original novel. Simply put, the blood moon should have appeared by now, but it hadn't. This made Lynn think about yesterday's events and the glance from his True Self.

'Could it be related?'

Lynn felt a bit uneasy and considered how his angel persona would handle the prophecy's failure if the blood moon didn't appear. Suddenly, the crimson moon outside began to change.

In a few seconds, the clouds and mist dispersed rapidly. Under Lynn and Klein's watchful eyes, the half-moon turned into a full, crimson moon.

Lynn sighed in relief, grateful that the Mother Goddess of Depravity was reliable, indicating his True Self's glance hadn't severely injured her.

"It's a bit of a pity..." Lynn muttered, not surprised the Goddess of Depravity wasn't severely hurt.

She was, after all, an incomplete third pillar, capable of toying with Bethel and Roselle. Her endurance must be tenacious. Lynn's True Self's glance was out of curiosity, lacking enough power to inflict serious harm.

Even Roselle, who was affected, was still okay!

If the Goddess of Depravity had been seriously injured by his True Self's glance, Lynn might consider indulging in some luxuries, given there'd be no point in resisting.

'Although I'm unsure if I can still struggle, becoming a Great Old One is better than nothing. At least then I wouldn't need to borrow power from my True Self to fight,' Lynn thought, sighing as Klein suddenly started listening intently.

This perked Lynn up, making him set aside his minor worries and look forward to what would happen next.

"Miss Fors is praying to The Fool. She seems in great pain..." Klein said quickly after a few seconds of listening. "I need to check above the gray fog."

"Go ahead!" Lynn had no objections.

Since Klein's Fool identity was exposed to Lynn, he didn't avoid it anymore, stepping back four times to reach above the gray fog.

Klein saw clear light spreading from beside The Fool's seat.

Without hesitation, Klein touched the light, hearing Fors' fragmented prayers and cries for help. He saw her, struggling on her living room floor, on the verge of losing control.

'What's going on?' Klein was shocked, not expecting the lively Fors to be in such a dire state.

What should I do? The Angel of Secrets predicted Lynn and I would get clues about the Abraham family from Fors, indicating I should be able to resolve her crisis...

Klein's mind raced. Noticing faint illusory whispers in Fors' painful prayers, his eyes brightened. He pressed his hand on the ripple, connecting with Fors' spirit and pulling her to the gray fog, just like summoning Tarot Club members.

...

If asked about Fors' feelings now, she'd say it was a mix of confusion, relief, and fear.

Confusion because she didn't know why she was suddenly in a majestic palace from her bedroom. Relief because the moon's whispers, causing her near loss of control and bodily mutations, were gone. Fear because she remembered something.

—In her near-desperate state, unable to seek help from the gods, she had prayed to the evil god who had shown interest in Xio.

(End of Chapter)

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