This isn't just an ordinary cage; it was a sealing artifact created by Lynn during his free time. It looks like a cage, but it's specifically designed to restrain Amon. The cage is like TARDIS, appearing small but can actually contain Amon even in his normal size. Lynn hadn't expected it to be useful one day.
"So, I've decided to keep you around for a while. Does that make you happy?" Lynn asked, placing the miniature version of Amon into the cage and locking the door. He smiled as he looked at the stunned miniature Amon inside.
"If I say I'm not happy, will you let me go?" The miniature Amon gripped the bars of the cage, giving off a feeling of despair.
"No, I'd just be very happy instead," Lynn replied with a matter-of-fact tone and a wink.
"Woo woo woo..." In this situation, the miniature Amon sat down in the cage and began to cry softly. As he cried, he murmured, "I'm doomed... Why did it have to be me losing the vote? I'm just a three-day-old child..."
"Main body, where are you? Come save me..."
Lynn watched quietly as Amon cried. When Amon was gasping for breath, Lynn finally spoke in a sad tone, "I have to say, Amon, you really know me well. Even though I know you're acting, seeing you like this, I..."
He suddenly changed his tone, smiling, "I feel really good, of course. Compared to what you've done to others, this treatment is nothing. It's not even close to redemption."
The crying miniature Amon paused and suddenly looked up at Lynn. Although there were still tears in his eyes, his expression had become calm.
"It seems you dislike me even more than I imagined."
"Of course!" Lynn nodded without hesitation, looking at the miniature Amon. "But you should be grateful; you have a good father. Because of him, I won't do anything too severe to you for the mistakes you've made or the ones you might make in the future. You'll only receive a lesson here, but just a lesson."
"But..." Lynn leaned closer to the cage, his eyes cold and indifferent, "that's as far as it goes. If you dare to harm the people I care about or do something I cannot tolerate, I won't hesitate to kill you, even if it means going against Sasrir."
His tone remained cheerful, a smile that usually comforted people, but now it felt threatening.
The miniature Amon lowered his eyes, hiding his thoughts.
A second later, he resumed sobbing, sounding pitiful, "But I'm just an avatar. I've never done anything wrong..."
Lynn's dangerous aura faded, and his cheerful and gentle smile returned. He looked at Amon seriously and said, "I understand what you're trying to convey. I have to say, you're really clever..."
Even if Lynn hadn't noticed it initially, hearing the miniature Amon emphasize that he was just an avatar made Lynn suspect that Amon had discerned something, perhaps about his nature.
This wasn't surprising. Although Amon himself knew little about him, his brother Adam knew a lot. The two brothers often shared information, so it was normal for Amon to glean some insights.
Lynn didn't mind if his nature was guessed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have openly shared it with Roselle.
For Lynn, it was never a secret that couldn't be revealed. It was just a matter of whether it suited his needs—whether to use this secret to deceive or change the script for some people.
"But, sorry, I'm a hypocrite!" Lynn declared confidently.
Miniature Amon: ...
Trunsoest, pretending to read while watching the scene: ...
Though neither had heard of the term "hypocrite," they quickly understood its meaning as two intelligent beings.
How could someone be so brazen about being a hypocrite?
The miniature Amon was stunned and couldn't cry anymore. He lifted his tiny arm, resembling a twig, wiped his face, and looked at Lynn. "You're as shameless as the main body said."
"Thanks for the compliment. So, what color sack do you prefer? You can choose your favorite," Lynn replied with a smile.
The miniature Amon fell silent. Although just an avatar, he shared most of the main body's memories. He clearly remembered Lynn once sacking Tudor.
Lynn wasn't bothered by the miniature Amon's silence. He continued, "Or would you like to choose a color of sack for your main body? After all, he's abandoned you. Given the principle that any Amon could be the main body in the future, I think you deserve a little revenge. Who knows, you might be the last Amon standing."
The miniature Amon's eyes flickered, hesitating. He looked at Lynn a few times before saying, "You're trying to drive a wedge between me and the main body."
"Just tell me if you want to choose or not. You can pick for yourself or for the main body," Lynn smiled, then added, "Or should I choose for you? I think white is good; it changes color nicely when stained with blood..."
"No, no!" The miniature Amon shook his head vigorously. This time, he didn't hesitate and quickly replied, "Black, I'll pick a black sack for the main body."
"Black, huh? That's quite fitting for a little raven!" Lynn nodded, smiling at the miniature Amon in the cage.
Lynn knew Amon wasn't being honest, whether it was the main body or an avatar. He understood that everything the miniature Amon was showing was just a facade to deceive him.
But so what?
Since gaining consciousness, Lynn had encountered too many people who approached him with facades. Some had met untimely ends, while others got lost in their own deceptions.
Wearing a mask for too long can make it impossible to take off. This might be a cautionary tale elsewhere, but for Lynn, it often turned into a frightening reality.
Because of this, Lynn was quite curious about what would become of this Amon, who was pretending and trying to deceive him.
He wouldn't mind turning an Amon against himself; it would be quite amusing, a great source of entertainment.
After all, he had nothing to lose even if it failed.
(End of Chapter)
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