If you were to ask mini Amon how he felt right now, it would probably be a big "speechless." After all, he wasn't stupid; he could clearly see that Lynn's attitude was barely disguised. It was as if Lynn were naming a pet cat or dog.
But what could mini Amon do? He couldn't resist Lynn. Moreover, maybe that was the purpose behind his main body sending him to Lynn.
As mini Amon thought about this, he felt genuinely exhausted. He knew he was trapped in a game both sides were aware of. However, did the main body really not fear things going awry?
Mini Amon was puzzled. Although he was also Amon, even he didn't always understand what his main body was thinking.
"If you don't understand, then don't think about it. Anyway, life goes on!" Lynn's voice suddenly sounded beside him. He still wore that smiling expression. "So, do you have any thoughts on your new name? If not, I'll name you!"
Indeed, Lynn guessed that mini Amon might have been intentionally sent to him by the main body. He even guessed that Amon might have anticipated his intention to turn mini version against him.
Why would the other party do this? Simple, isn't it?
Firstly, for Amon, each avatar could be the main body. Secondly, Amon knew that through normal channels, he could never become friends with Lynn. Amon might scoff at the concept of friendship, but that didn't mean he didn't want the support of a suspected ancient being—at least to ensure he wasn't targeted anymore.
In this situation, Amon naturally chose an unconventional approach. He was indeed a very smart person and, in some ways, understood Lynn's psychological weaknesses.
He willingly handed over a flaw, a weakness, to Lynn, not caring if mini Amon would truly be turned in the future. Perhaps this was because, in Amon's eyes, each avatar was indeed the main body?
But regardless, Amon's move was successful. Even though Lynn saw through Amon's calculations, he still planned to proceed with his original idea.
Lynn really wanted to turn mini Amon. For him, the fun in this far outweighed Amon's schemes.
"A new name... I really can't think of one," mini Amon was initially startled by Lynn's sudden words. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Actually, I don't really want to change my name. How about I add a surname or suffix to distinguish myself from the main body?"
"That works too!" Lynn thoughtfully nodded, holding his chin. "Since you can't think of one, I'll think of one for you. How about Tiny Amon?"
Mini Amon was eerily silent for a few seconds before politely suggesting, "You don't have any naming sense, do you?"
"Yes, I have no naming sense." Lynn didn't hesitate for a second to nod. Then he heavily patted the cage, shaking mini Amon inside, before decisively saying:
"From now on, you'll be Tiny Amon. What a cute name! It might even soften me a bit when I hit you."
Mini Amon, now known as Tiny Amon, couldn't say anything. He couldn't complain, "Last time you said that, you almost killed me," so he quietly accepted the strange new suffix.
After naming his new pet—no, mini Amon—Lynn happily returned to the corner of the banquet hall, where he saw Bethel and Azik waiting for him.
"How did the conversation go?" Bethel first looked Lynn up and down, relieved to see no blood, and asked.
He was genuinely worried he'd see Lynn covered in the blood of Night Emperor Trunsoest. Although he hadn't heard any sounds of a fight, Lynn was special. Who knew if he might have instantly killed the Night Emperor without any noise.
Azik also breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the golden cage in Lynn's hand, wanting to ask but unsure if he should.
"It went well. Trunsoest is quite an interesting guy, even more so than I originally thought," Lynn said with a strange smile. "I think you two might have a lot in common."
Bethel: ?
Bethel was puzzled but instinctively didn't press the issue, instead looking at the golden cage in Lynn's hand.
Bethel recognized this cage because he had helped Lynn make it.
Seeing it now, he still recognized it despite only seeing a corner. With a complicated expression, he asked, "What's in the cage?"
Azik also perked up, waiting for the answer.
"Of course, it's Amon!" Lynn smiled even more brightly. "I caught him on a potted plant in Trunsoest's study. He's quite interesting. I want to keep him for a while."
"Oh, and I gave him a new name, Tiny Amon. Isn't he adorable?"
Bethel: ...
Azik: ...
Do you hear yourself? This is Amon, the Angel of Trickery, not some pet!
Bethel and Azik's thoughts synchronized for once. The only difference was that while Bethel was used to this, Azik was shocked.
Lynn, however, happily enjoyed their odd expressions for a moment before turning his gaze to the main banquet hall. As expected, in the center of the crowd was the always dazzling Eternal Blazing Sun, chatting with Artisan.
He had caught mini Amon, so next, he would deal with the traitor.
Not far away, at the center of the banquet hall, Aucuses suddenly shivered while holding a glass of wine and chatting with the Angel of Crafts. He instinctively frowned, scanning the area for any visible danger but found nothing.
'Strange, was it just an illusion?' Aucuses's frown relaxed a bit.
"What's wrong?"
Artisan asked, having noticed the Eternal Blazing Sun's actions. Worried that his hidden allies might be exposed, he quickly tried to distract the Aucuses.
(End of Chapter)
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