Because today's banquet was especially lively, and Lynn's group was only at a corner of the event, the scene of the waiter inviting Lynn did not attract much attention, at most a few nobles nearby glanced over.
"Are you sure? What if this is a trap..." Azik asked in a low voice after Lynn followed the waiter, his tone tinged with concern.
He wasn't unaware of Lynn's difference from the usual Sequence 2 Beyonders, but the Night Emperor Trunsoest was not just a Sequence 0; they were backed by the Six Gods. In Azik's understanding, no matter how powerful Lynn was, it was impossible for him to contend with such a group alone, hence his worry.
Bethel glanced at him upon hearing this, recalling scenes of Lynn fighting Mother Tree of Desire, Tudor, and easily suppressing the corruption of the Mother Goddess of Depravity. Finally, he said calmly, "Don't worry, if Trunsoest has any other thoughts, the only one to suffer will be himself."
Hearing this from Mr. Door, Azik felt somewhat reassured despite still being worried. He then began to worry about another matter.
If a god's fight really broke out tonight, how would he survive?
...
While Azik was deeply worried, Lynn followed the waiter to a study.
The waiter stopped at the door of the study, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "His Majesty is waiting for you in the study. Please do not keep him waiting."
Lynn did not hesitate. After a polite knock and hearing a response from inside, he pushed open the door and entered the study.
It was a large study, almost comparable to some libraries Lynn had visited, decorated very elegantly and symmetrically.
'So, does one's aesthetic change along with their pathways?' Lynn thought for a moment, his gaze searching the room. He quickly spotted the Night Emperor Trunsoest, dressed in formal attire, holding a book that seemed freshly opened, and looking quite focused.
Lynn's gaze instinctively moved to the book in Trunsoest's hand. Seeing the title on the cover, "The Night Emperor and His Rose," his expression became subtle.
He had seen this book before, in the collection of the Abraham family butler. Not only had he seen it, but he had read its content and knew who wrote it—it was indeed a work by the butler.
So, the Night Emperor enjoys reading his own fanfiction?
Lynn looked at Trunsoest with a strange expression.
"Ahem..." Perhaps noticing Lynn's odd look, Trunsoest snapped out of his reading, hurriedly closing the book with a snap. He looked at Lynn, maintaining his composure, and smiled. "Should I address you as Viscount Enlin or Mr. Libert?"
"That depends on whether you wish to speak with someone representing Bethel for official matters or a nervous young noble thrilled by the summons of the emperor." Lynn smiled back, responding slowly.
Hearing this, Trunsoest's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Lynn with deeper meaning. "I wish to see the one who has recently garnered much attention as the son of Mr. Door."
"Then, it's nice to meet you, Your Highness Trunsoest," Lynn said, stepping forward. With each step, his disguise faded away, and by the time he reached Trunsoest and extended his hand, he had returned to his appearance as a young angel. "I am Libert Abraham, pleased to meet you."
Trunsoest also extended his hand, shaking Lynn's, and smiled, "Hello, Libert. I hope you don't mind me calling you that."
"Of course not..." Lynn withdrew his hand and suddenly asked, "How did Amon describe me to you?"
Trunsoest's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he seemed to understand something. "It seems your relationship with him is better than I thought."
Amon's avatar hadn't just stood idly by Trunsoest's side. In fact, the mischievous child had taken over the fate of the original waiter. In such a situation, even a Sequence 0 would find it hard to notice an extra Amon avatar among the attendants unless they paid special attention.
But the boy before him had clearly spotted Amon at a glance.
"Of course, after all, he is an important senior orphan whom I've beaten up, bombed, and harassed. I naturally take extra care of him." Lynn's eyes swept over the shelves filled with books, his expression becoming even more peculiar.
"The Night and the Moon"
"Will the Blood Moon Queen Fall in Love with the Arbiter Emperor?"
"High-Sequence Can Have Love Too"
...
Lynn had read every one of these titles, even knowing most of the authors.
Even he felt a bit shocked at this moment.
"Ahem..." Trunsoest, who was still pondering Lynn's relationship with Amon, noticed Lynn's gaze and his shocked expression. Almost instinctively, he coughed to explain or change the topic. "Your Abraham family members are quite interesting."
"So that's your reason for collecting all the fanfictions about you and your wife?" Lynn asked, looking at Trunsoest with a soul-searching question.
Trunsoest felt a bit embarrassed. This wasn't his first meeting with someone in his study, but it was the first time someone had asked him such a direct question.
In the past, even if others noticed these novels, they would tacitly pretend not to see them.
So, having someone like Lynn ask directly was a bit unsettling for Trunsoest. However, being the Night Emperor, he quickly suppressed the embarrassment and explained calmly, "I'm merely curious about the public's perception of my marriage with Auernia."
"Because your marriage was initially a mere alliance, making you feel a bit insecure?" Lynn looked at Trunsoest with understanding.
Having his thoughts exposed so directly, Trunsoest: ...
"Now, I'm curious, Trunsoest..." Lynn asked, looking at him with curiosity. "In the fanfictions with tragic endings, do you put yourself into those situations?"
Trunsoest: ...
Having cried over his own tragic fanfictions in the past, Trunsoest awkwardly turned his head and changed the topic. "Amon did describe you to me. It seems he has a lot of grievances against you. He mentioned a lot of not-so-good things..."
"So you did shed some tears." Lynn said confidently.
Trunsoest: ... Ahhh!
(End of Chapter)
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