"A war once took place. The reason isn't something you need to know, but you should be aware that during that war, the Wind Angel, the Wisdom Angel, and the White Angel betrayed the Creator. It was their betrayal that led to everything that followed, plunging this land into eternal darkness," Medici said, his gaze cold as he looked at Colin Iliad and continued:
"To be honest, since the Creator doesn't care whether you change your faith, I'm not inclined to concern myself with whom you choose to believe in. But remember this: if you dare to place your faith in those three traitors, I will make you regret your choice."
Colin was speechless. The amount of information in Medici's words was overwhelming, even for the firm-willed Chief of Silver City. The revelation shook him to his core. However, in his agitated state, he overlooked some of Medici's choice of words.
"Medici, say no more," Lynn said, his expression somewhat resigned. He then turned to Colin, whose expression remained composed, though it was clear his mind was reeling. Lynn asked, "Do you have any questions? Since Medici has revealed the truth, I can also tell you some of the facts you are allowed to know."
Many questions swirled in Colin's mind, accumulated over countless years, but in the end, he could only muster the courage to ask, "Is the Creator... still alive?"
Colin knew he probably shouldn't ask this question, that it might anger the two Angels before him. But he needed to confirm this matter.
Of course, Colin wouldn't have asked if he hadn't had some confidence. On the one hand, these two Angels appeared to have already pledged themselves to a new deity.
On the other hand, from what he had observed so far, Colin had deduced that these two Angels and the Fool they served might not harbor ill intentions toward Silver City.
He wasn't certain if they had any plans regarding Silver City, but at least in this situation, even if his question was inappropriate, the one who would suffer would be him alone, not the entire city.
Lynn looked at the giant-like Chief of Silver City and finally sighed, "The Creator you once worshipped has indeed fallen."
Colin's body shook. It was hard to describe how he felt at that moment. Even though he had prepared himself and had guessed it countless times, when the truth was laid bare before him, Colin found that he could not remain calm.
The Creator had truly fallen!
Medici watched this unfold but, surprisingly, did not dispute it, nor did he argue that the True Creator was still the Creator. He fell into an uncharacteristic silence, a complex expression crossing his face, though it was soon replaced by his usual mocking smile.
This caused Lynn to glance at him a few more times, but he, too, said nothing, merely waiting for Colin to regain his composure.
As the Chief of Silver City, Colin did not allow himself to lose composure for long before the two Angels. In fact, it only took him a few seconds to calm down.
"My deepest apologies, Your Highnesses. I was out of line."
"It's fine; I understand," Lynn replied, naturally not blaming the Chief of Silver City. However, he did not offer much comfort either, merely smiling as he asked, "Is there anything else you wish to know?"
Colin was silent for a moment before shaking his head, "No, I have nothing else I wish to know."
He still had many questions. He wanted to know what had happened during the war of the Gods, about the betrayal of the three Angels, the Creator's fall, and why this land was abandoned. He also wanted to know how the two Angels before him came to serve another deity... But these truths seemed meaningless at this moment. Rather than digging deeper, Colin chose to let the matter rest.
If the opportunity arose in the future, Colin still wished to explore the truth of these events. But today, he decided not to directly question the two Angels before him.
These were not truths that could be directly asked about.
Seeing this, Lynn simply smiled and changed the subject, "I'm very interested in the records kept by Silver City. If you have the time, could you help me copy and organize a collection of history from the Second Epoch to the present? Whether it be historical records or folklore, it would be helpful."
"I understand. I will arrange for the history you require to be copied as soon as possible," Colin replied with his head bowed. Upon hearing the Angels' request, he felt a strange sense of relief.
...
"The fall of the Ancient Sun God was truly a tragedy..." In Backlund, Lynn, who was multitasking and managing several alternate identities, suddenly sighed. He then stretched and glanced out at the bright sunlight.
"So next, I'll have to convince those fools in the Aurora Order to mend their ways. Tsk, wasn't I supposed to be taking it easy with my main account? Why does it feel like even my main account has turned into a workaholic?"
Lynn couldn't help but complain, though he knew that even with his divine avatar still in Silver City, his main account had real work to do.
Multitasking—it's the signature trait of someone with multiple accounts.
So, not long after, the Backlund branch of the Aurora Order received a special visitor.
"You must be Mr. A, the one in charge of the Aurora Order members in the Backlund region!"
Lynn sat on the sofa, sipping the tea that had already been prepared, as he sized up the young man kneeling before him.
Just as described in the original text, Mr. A indeed possessed a good appearance that most would envy. Even among the many handsome men and beautiful women Lynn had seen, Mr. A stood out. This led Lynn to silently complain once more about the True Creator's preference for good-looking people.
'But then again, none of the people I want to recruit are unattractive...' Lynn suddenly remembered something and fell silent, a thought crossing his mind about his own preference for appearances.
"Yes, Your Excellency. I am Mr. A," Mr. A responded, unaware of the thoughts running through Lynn's mind. His expression was one of fervent devotion as he said, "In accordance with the divine message from the Creator, from now on, including myself, all members of the Aurora Order in Backlund will follow your orders, Your Excellency."
At this, Lynn set aside his minor internal dilemma, smiled, and looked at Mr. A, "In that case, start doing charity work. Establish a charitable organization and save as many lives as you can!"
"Yes... huh?"
(End of Chapter)
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