For Lynn, this meeting with Bernadette was undoubtedly successful. He not only caused trouble for the Augustus family but also fulfilled his long-held desire to read Roselle's diary to Bernadette.
However, on the road of amusement, Mr Bubbles never gets satisfied. So, after bidding farewell to Bernadette, Lynn promptly controlled his divine avatar to give Roselle a call.
"Pair of Aces!"
"Pair of Twos!"
"Bomb!"
When the call connected, Lynn reformed a temporary avatar in Roselle's mausoleum. What he saw was Roselle playing cards with his shadow. They were playing a game called Landlord, which Roselle was losing. Roselle was the landlord, and his shadow split into three, playing the roles of three peasants. The cards they used weren't typical paper cards but energy-formed temporary items.
From Lynn's extensive card-playing experience, it was evident that Roselle, as the landlord, was about to lose.
"Although I know some people play cards with themselves out of boredom, losing to yourself is something else. Are your card skills really that bad?" Lynn laughed, his tone slightly teasing.
"Don't talk nonsense! My card skills are great, just bad luck this round! Watch me crush them in the next round..." Roselle couldn't tolerate anyone questioning his card skills and immediately retorted. But he couldn't help cursing as he continued, "Lynn, could you bring me something else next time, like novels or some food and drink? When I was insane, it wasn't so bad, but now that I'm sober, it's pure torture..."
Although Roselle had stayed in the mausoleum for over 150 years, most of that time, his corrupted personality was in control, while his main personality was suppressed and asleep. Therefore, he hadn't felt much loneliness or boredom until he became sober.
But after the corrupted personality went offline and the main personality regained control, Roselle, alone in the mausoleum, genuinely felt bored to death.
Roselle was never the type to sit still. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so reckless. If he had something to do now, it would be fine; it could distract him. But unfortunately, the unlucky thing was, there was really nothing to do in the mausoleum.
As everyone knows, loneliness and boredom can sometimes break a person. While Roselle wouldn't be broken by loneliness and boredom, he was undoubtedly feeling restless.
Hearing Roselle's words, Lynn instinctively thought of Bethel, who was probably reading novels and eating pastries in the alternate space he had set up. He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty and averted his eyes.
However, the next moment, Lynn regained his composure. After all, his relationship with Bethel was different from his relationship with Roselle. It was natural that he wouldn't be as thoughtful with the latter as he was with the former when they first met.
Mainly, Roselle hadn't made any requests. Otherwise, how could Lynn not bring him things? He wasn't a stingy person.
'That's right, it was all Roselle's fault!' Firmly pushing the blame onto Roselle in his heart, Lynn then smiled and said, "I don't mind bringing you these things, but you'll need to make a list in advance."
"Also, call me the Angel of Secrets. I'm more used to that name."
"But didn't you say you two are the same person?" Roselle glanced at Lynn and exclaimed, "Actually, I'm quite curious what the other you is like. Since your divine self is so, uh, fun-loving, what kind of mischief must your human self get up to..."
Roselle thought about it, feeling it was unimaginable what kind of person that would be.
However, that didn't stop him from saying, "As for the list, I can make it right away, but there's no paper or pen here unless you brought those things?"
"My human self, in a certain sense, is much more harmless than I am..." Lynn laughed softly as if recalling something, then took out paper and a pen from his spatial pocket, along with a letter from Bernadette.
Roselle's gaze froze upon the letter. As a good father and a doting one, he was well aware of the type of envelope Bernadette usually used. Though the specific pattern might differ, the style was unmistakable.
Most importantly, the envelope bore the words "To Father".
Some might not recognize their child's handwriting, but Roselle certainly did.
"You... met her?" Roselle asked, his voice dry. Even at the moment of his fall, he hadn't truly felt fear, but now he was suddenly filled with a bit of fear. The fear was about the letter, or rather, the message from his daughter.
How would Bernadette view him?
Did she still hate him?
Or would she choose to forgive him?
Roselle's rationality told him Bernadette was a smart and understanding child. Knowing he was corrupted, she would understand the mistakes he made and no longer hate him as she did before.
But Roselle's emotions made him shrink back, making him fear seeing words of hatred from his daughter on that letter.
Roselle had been hated and cursed by countless people, but he didn't care about the attitudes of these gods, angels, or high-sequence individuals. He didn't care about the betrayal of the nobles and officials who once served him, nor did he care about the hatred of the commoners who lived in his kingdom.
Roselle cared about very few people, and even fewer could hurt him. Bernadette was one of those few and the most important one.
"Yes, I met her at your memorial exhibition held by the Church of Steam and Machinery." Lynn nodded, not intending to hide this matter. He continued slowly, "She seemed to miss you a lot, so I went over and told her you were still alive and that you had a message for her."
"My memorial exhibition held by the Church of Steam and Machinery?" Roselle was momentarily stunned, his expression complex and subtle. Then, hearing the rest of Lynn's words, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide, saying, "You just... walked up and told her directly? No buildup or anything?"
"Why would there be buildup? This isn't bad news, is it?" Lynn glanced at Roselle and smiled.
"If you're worried that she'll still hate you for what you did in your later years, I can tell you I've already informed her about you being corrupted. Of course, I didn't reveal anything about the Outer God, just told her you were corrupted by an evil god. This won't harm her."
"You told her..." Roselle opened his mouth but said nothing in the end. He scratched his head irritably, then cautiously asked, "Did she forgive me?"
"I don't know, but she probably did. At least, she should forgive you for what you did in your later years..." Lynn's smile grew gentler, like someone offering comfort to a dying person.
"As for before that..."
(End of Chapter)
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