Chapter 508: The Final Journey of Little Mr Bubbles (3)

"First of all, we weren't ridiculing you. We were seriously discussing certain characteristics of the Red Priest pathway."

As someone long unfamiliar with the concept of shame, even when facing accusations from the person involved, Lynn remained unfazed, calmly refuting with an air of composure.

"Secondly, even if we were ridiculing, our main target would be Cheek, not you."

"Hah!" Medici snorted coldly at this reasonable yet crafty argument, deciding not to dwell further on the matter. His sharp gaze fell upon Lynn, devoid of much malice as he asked, "Can I ask why you're here? You're not just here for idle talk, are you?"

Just as Artisan had regained memories after seeing Lynn, Medici, a being from the Third Epoch, had naturally recovered memories from the Second Epoch. He knew who the man before him was—this was the person who had intruded into his past and changed his fate. He had also been an ally—well, not exactly an ally, more of a scheming partner—during that tumultuous time.

Under normal circumstances, Medici should have been wary, should have questioned his purpose in descending to this era. However, perhaps due to the emotional remnants from that past, Medici found it difficult to feel animosity towards him.

After all, even the altered past had truly happened to Medici. The War Angel did not deny those experiences nor the fact that, in the past, he had indeed regarded the man as his brother.

Moreover, having such memories, Medici was fully aware that if this man harbored malicious intent, he, as a King of Angels, would likely be powerless to stop him.

To say the least, Medici had never bested him in the past, not even as a King of Angels.

That's also why, instead of immediately attacking this uninvited guest, Medici merely responded with a few sarcastic remarks.

Only a fool would turn a potentially peaceful conversation into a fight when the other party, who could easily crush them, showed no obvious ill intent.

"Hm, normally, I should explain my existence, but since you've already called me your brother, let's skip that step. Just know that I'm a traveler who can freely wander across different eras." Lynn clasped his hands together, offering a serious response before smiling at Medici's somewhat exasperated expression. "As for why I'm here, there are two reasons."

"First, I've crafted a game I call the 'Chess of Blasphemy,' and I want to leave it for a fated individual, I'm hoping you can help spread its fame." Lynn raised a finger.

"The Chess of Blasphemy… Isn't that the little trinket you've been tinkering with?" Medici quickly searched his newly regained memories and answered instinctively.

"Yes, exactly that. So please help promote it." Lynn nodded, showing no sign of embarrassment. His gaze then shifted to the young Amon at Medici's feet, and with a smile, he added, "Secondly, the future Amon is just too much of a scoundrel. So I've decided to return to his childhood, to this era, and properly educate him so that he doesn't grow up to be such a rogue. I want him to become a contributing member of society."

At this, Medici's gaze turned strange as he glanced at Lynn, then at the little Amon by his feet, who looked innocent but was likely already scheming in his mind. He chuckled and said, "You? Educate him into a productive member of society?"

Medici could believe that Amon would grow up to be troublesome. Even now, the young Amon was already showing signs of being a troublemaker, making it easy to imagine what he'd be like in the future.

But… having Lynn educate him?

Images of Lynn's antics, which were even more devious than Amon's, flashed through Medici's mind. With a mocking tone, he said, "You might as well admit you're here to get back at Amon and watch him suffer."

To his surprise, Lynn gave him a thumbs-up.

"You have a keen eye!"

The tone was one of pride, not shame.

Medici: …

Klein: …

'Should we expect anything less? Lynn!'

At this moment, though it was their first meeting in this timeline, both The Fool and the War Angel shared an oddly synchronized thought.

"Wow, impressive! Little Amon, you're so young yet already know how to use clones to cover for your real body's sneak attack. As expected from the ancestor of all schemers!"

Just as Medici was lost in silent disbelief, feeling oddly accustomed to this interaction, Lynn's figure flashed, and the next moment, he held something in his hand.

It was none other than a chibi version of Amon—black hair, black eyes, a monocle, and tiny black wings on his back, looking no older than three years old.

Now being held in Lynn's hand, young Amon looked utterly confused. His big, dark eyes met Lynn's gaze, and after a few seconds, he made a decision—

"Waaah!"

The piercing wails echoed through the palace, prompting Medici to cover his ears.

Having taken care of Amon for a while, Medici knew well that Amon wasn't truly scared or sad. He was simply calling for his guardian.

Typically, after such crying, even Sasrir would appear to soothe the young angel if only to ensure the work wasn't disrupted by the noise.

Compared to him, Adam was much quieter. Medici had rarely seen him cause trouble.

How could there be such a vast difference between the two children of the Lord…? Medici's mind wandered slightly before returning to the scene, glancing mockingly at Lynn's hand.

Having been raised alongside Lynn in that altered past, Medici knew exactly how biased Sasrir was toward Lynn!

So he was genuinely curious to see how Sasrir would react when his two troublemaking children clashed.

"Hah, what kind of sonic attack is this…" Lynn instinctively wanted to cover his ears, but he only had one hand free, as the other was holding Amon.

After half a second of thought, Lynn quickly shoved a candy into Amon's mouth.

(End of Chapter)