"Wow—"
However, this time, the tense atmosphere lasted less than half a minute before someone broke it completely.
"I don't want to get involved in your feud, but Little Antigo, can you let me see that booklet in your hand?" Lynn raised his hand, looking very interested. "What exactly is in it that makes you so concerned?"
"...Uh, of course." Antigonus was momentarily stunned, unable to continue his standoff with Mr. Door. He then handed the booklet to Lynn.
Lynn took the booklet and quickly flipped through it.
To be honest, the content of the booklet wasn't much, barely exceeding ten thousand words, mainly describing a deep and abusive romance with a bone-chilling twist.
Yes, it depicted the abusive romance between Antigonus and the Mother of the Sky, filled with tropes like "You love me, but I don't love you," "You love me, but you're struggling with ethics," "I love you, but you're just using me," and so on. These gut-wrenching plots, condensed into ten thousand words, left Lynn greatly shocked.
Had the Abraham family's fan fiction become this melodramatic?
The fan fiction that the butler showed him never contained such drama!
Lynn closed the booklet and couldn't help but look at Mr. Door, asking, "Bethel, have you read these fan fictions?"
Bethel was slightly taken aback, then understood what Lynn meant by fan fiction. He shook his head slightly and said, "I never read these works."
"You're doing the right thing. Such melodramatic stories are not suitable for you; reading them can cause stomach pain." Lynn nodded seriously, then looked at Antigonus. After thinking for a moment, he said:
"I can understand why your sister would be angry. How about this, if neither side is willing to back down, let me be the mediator."
Lynn turned to Mr. Door and said, "You don't want the Abraham family members to go to the Nation of Evernight because you're worried they'll encounter something bad there. How about I accompany the person who wrote the story to the Nation of Evernight, how does that sound?"
Lynn then looked at Antigonus and continued, "This way, you can get an apology from the writer, Bethel ensures the safety of the family members, and I am also interested in the Nation of Evernight, so I can take a tour."
Hearing this, Bethel's frown relaxed. He glanced at Antigonus with some sympathy and said, "I have no objections."
"I... I suddenly think that apologizing in the Tudor Empire isn't a bad idea." Antigonus quickly followed Mr. Door's words, "As Bethel said, it's just a child's thoughtless joke. As long as he apologizes to me in the Tudor Empire, let's leave it at that!" His words came out so fast, as if afraid Lynn would go to the door to leave the next second.
"But wouldn't that be unfair to you?" Lynn hesitated, looking at Antigonus. "After all, the fan fiction indeed went too far."
"No, no, not unfair at all!" Antigonus shook his head like a fan.
"Alright, since you decide so, let's do that!" Lynn clapped his hands cheerfully, settling the matter.
What he said earlier was intentional, aiming to make Antigonus step back.
If Antigonus had agreed to his proposal, Lynn wouldn't have minded taking a trip to the Nation of Evernight.
Of course, Lynn's plan leaned towards Bethel, but wasn't that normal? After all, he had a better relationship with Mr. Door!
Lynn smiled and suddenly sensed something, raising his eyebrows.
The other three evidently also sensed the approach of a certain Blood Emperor, and the garden fell silent.
When Alista Tudor walked into his beloved little garden, he saw his three most loyal subordinates standing in the garden, seemingly having just had a conversation, and the atmosphere in the garden seemed somewhat subtle.
Tudor didn't care at all. After all, the friction between his three Kings of Angels was not a new thing. If the atmosphere among them were harmonious, Tudor would be surprised.
"Why aren't you sitting?" Tudor asked indifferently, then his gaze fell on the only stranger in the garden.
It was a boy who looked at most fifteen or sixteen years old, with golden curls and pale gray eyes, exceptionally handsome. Even by Tudor's standards, this young man had good looks, the only issue being he didn't resemble Bethel much.
Tudor didn't intend to delve into whether a certain Angel King's child was actually his offspring. As long as the other party claimed so, he accepted it.
Tudor then looked at the boy's clothes and frowned deeply.
Collar, symmetrical!
Brooch, symmetrical!
Buttons, symmetrical!
Every part of the boy's outfit seemed to step on Tudor's nerves, who preferred irregular, asymmetrical clothing. Tudor wanted the boy to disappear from his sight immediately.
While Tudor scrutinized Lynn, Lynn naturally observed Tudor, the legendary predecessor of impulsive acts described in the original Novel.
As described in the original work, Alista Tudor appeared to be only in his thirties, with long hair that faintly glowed with a bloody sheen. Lynn knew the hair was originally brown and turned this color after becoming a Red Priest.
So, Little Red's hair color was indeed influenced by the Hunter pathway... Lynn's thoughts briefly drifted, but he quickly refocused.
Lynn continued to examine Tudor, noting the chiseled facial features, stern lips, and the high, prominent nose, finally resting on Tudor's eyes, filled with madness and cruelty.
Lynn almost subconsciously thought of Medici, his half-brother, whose eyes were blood-red and turned iron-black when using his powers.
Alista Tudor was likely similar.
The atmosphere subtly became tense again. Among the three spectators, Amon adjusted his monocle, showing no expression, evidently ready to watch the show.
Bethel seemed a bit nervous, worried that Lynn and Tudor might start fighting.
Antigonus belatedly remembered Lynn's significant grudge against Tudor. He glanced at Lynn, then Tudor, regretting coming out today.
Thankfully, Antigonus was in human form; otherwise, his fur would have bristled.
"You..." Tudor finally spoke, unable to bear it any longer. He casually tore off his cloak and threw it to Lynn, saying coldly, "Wear this!"
He couldn't stand the symmetrical patterns on the boy's clothes any longer. But since the boy was Bethel's child and a Sequence 2 angel, Tudor couldn't treat him like others, making him leave or strip. After thinking, Alista Tudor decided that out of sight meant out of mind.
(End of Chapter)