As everyone knows, Amon is a relatively rational person.
Even though painful memories surged up, Amon restrained the impulse to destroy the painting in his hand.
The Angel of Time then raised his head, his sharp gaze falling on Ouroboros, and said, "It seems you know Him."
"I'm not sure if I can say I know Him," Ouroboros replied calmly, not worried about what Amon might do to him.
Although he couldn't defeat Amon, this was the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the territory of the True Creator.
If Amon dared to act against Ouroboros here, the True Creator would let Amon experience what paternal love as overwhelming as mountains and earthshakes feels like.
So Ouroboros added, "But I quite like Him."
This wasn't a lie because Ouroboros indeed had a favorable impression of someone who could control Amon.
"The world has suffered from Amon for too long" is not an empty statement.
"...Who exactly is He?" Amon asked. While he could judge that Libert Abraham's identity was certainly extraordinary, Amon wasn't sure exactly who he was.
"Don't know..." Ouroboros shook his head honestly. After thinking for a moment, he added, "But even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
Amon didn't know how to evaluate the Angel of Fate in front of him. He wasn't willing to trouble Ouroboros, knowing he might face "paternal love."
So Amon said, "Since the gift has been delivered, you can leave if there's nothing else."
Ouroboros looked at Amon expressionlessly, then turned around. Before leaving, he remembered something and turned back, "I'll be sending many more such gifts in the future. I hope you like them."
Then he really left.
Amon watched Ouroboros' departing figure, his gaze returning to the painting in his hand, his expression enigmatic.
He understood what Ouroboros' words implied. Perhaps even that foolish snake didn't realize, but Amon, who had been tricked by Lynn twice, knew it meant someone was preparing many surprises for him.
And these surprises were something Amon himself couldn't refuse or take effective action against—he couldn't go back in time, nor stop someone's misdeeds.
"I never thought there would be a day when I could only wait for results. Interesting!" But Amon remained Amon. Although his mind was slightly cracked, he maintained outward calm and didn't destroy the painting.
He just expressionlessly held the painting and disappeared from the spot.
...
Lynn's plan to search for Will with Mr. Fool at the Quelaag Club failed.
Maybe a certain snake of destiny sensed something wrong in advance, or maybe Mr. Fool as bait wasn't enticing enough. In any case, Lynn and Klein did not find Will's whereabouts at the Quelaag Club.
Even Will's future father was nowhere to be found. According to Lynn's investigation, the surgeon seemed to have gone on a trip temporarily, but where he went was unknown.
Lynn: ... Got it, the little snake definitely sensed something and is hiding from me.
"Although with Mr. Fool around, it's almost certain to meet the little snake in the future, that's too long. I can't wait that long. If I can't find you in the Fifth Epoch, let me find you in the Fourth Epoch..."
Lynn muttered in his heart. He was not someone who would easily give up—or rather, if he had found the little snake smoothly in the Fifth Epoch, he might not care so much. But since Will was hiding from him, Lynn's rebellious spirit was aroused.
So, unable to meet the Fifth Epoch's little snake, Lynn decided to meet the Fourth Epoch's Will directly.
Even if he was alone and helpless in the Fifth Epoch, he could at least pull in Mr. Door in the Fourth Epoch. To catch a certain snake, even if he couldn't find him, he could start with his followers.
As long as he could catch even the slightest clue, Lynn didn't believe the little snake could run away from Mr. Door.
"Really, I didn't say I would definitely persecute you, what are you hiding for, making it so troublesome for me..." Lynn thought without any self-awareness, then looked up at the Death Consul in front of him saying goodbye.
Behind him was the port they came from, with the ship that would take them back already docked.
—That's right, Lynn's visit to Bayam had come to an end. Although he didn't know what Mr. Door, Amon, and the God of Death discussed, and didn't care, he was quite satisfied with this trip.
After all, he had pried away the God of Death's cornerstone, bombed Amon twice, and even until this day, Amon was still sealed in his child form.
Great!
Lynn's gaze fell on the child form of Amon, and he sincerely felt great.
When he returned to the Tudor Empire, and Amon's hapless colleagues knew about Amon's current state, it would surely be an even greater scene.
Lynn sincerely hoped that the big shots could take their revenge and not be polite with Amon.
And he would definitely compile these events into an illustrated book, spreading it far and wide, to ensure Amon's deeds would be remembered for a long time.
While thinking about this, he saw Death Consul Azik finally finish his meaningless polite talk, and smiled at him, "Don't forget to write me a letter, Azik. I'm looking forward to your reply."
Lynn blinked and continued, "If you have time, why not come to the Tudor Empire for a few days? With Bethel around, the journey is not a problem. I think His Majesty the Lord of the Underworld won't mind his loyal consul having a short vacation, right?"
Azik's expression stiffened slightly but quickly returned to normal. He nodded, "If His Majesty allows, I will visit the Tudor Empire when I have a vacation."
"Then I look forward to that day coming soon," Lynn said with a smile. In public, he didn't continue to pry the God of Death's cornerstone. He just stretched his arm, rubbed the child form of Amon's head fiercely, and under the terrified gazes of others, boarded the ship back to Tudor.
Azik watched them leave, feeling a sense of relief mixed with a faint sense of loss.
He closed his eyes, recalling Lynn's various words during this period, those words that shook him and made him feel lost, seemingly engraved in his mind, even though the person had left, Death Consul Azik could still hear those enticing words.
(End of Chapter)