Capítulo 244: Chapter 245: Solomon Faction vs. Tudor Faction
As the two goddesses whispered to each other, Lynn also saw the new guests at the tea party. To be more precise, they were divided into two groups, currently facing off against each other.
On the left was the alliance of Solomon and the True Creator. Even though Solomon had turned into a child, he still wore a stern expression, frowning at the symmetrical buildings around him. The True Creator was fully cloaked, only revealing a pair of eyes.
Ouroboros still looked like the child Lynn had seen before, standing absent-mindedly next to the True Creator.
At the front stood Medici, who, despite his seven-year-old appearance, still exuded arrogance. With his arms crossed and a provocative smile on his face, he looked at the group on the right, occasionally throwing out taunts:
"Hey, little raven, I heard someone blew you up. I thought you were done for, but you still look lively. Seems like you'll live to see tomorrow's sun."
"Medici, I heard your brain got damaged after being resurrected. Seems true," Amon from the right faction responded, adjusting his monocle and glancing sideways at something before sighing. "I envy you, having a brother willing to resurrect you, unlike me..."
Though his words seemed like casual banter, Amon was probing Medici's attitude towards his brother, Libert. Of course, there was also an intention to sow discord.
Amon knew Medici was a proud individual.
Indeed, the right faction was led by the Blood Emperor Tudor, who was looking impatiently at the opposite group. Despite being younger, Tudor still retained his irritable nature. Next to him was Bethel, smiling helplessly at the situation, and two small figures, Antigonus and his sister, the Mother of the Sky, huddled in a corner, examining the wall patterns.
Amon stood at the forefront, exchanging barbs with Medici.
The tension in the air was palpable; even without any overt actions, it was clear that the two factions could start fighting at any moment.
"Fight! Fight!" Lynn's eyes lit up at the sight, nearly waving a little flag, fully enjoying the spectacle.
Hearing this, Medici's eyebrow twitched. He looked at Lynn, who stood there with a face saying "Start the fight," and retorted, "I seem to recall someone promising the safety of all tea party participants?"
"Yes, I guarantee your safety, but that doesn't conflict with my desire to see you fight!" Lynn nodded confidently, even assuring, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no matter how bruised and battered you get, I'll make sure you're all healed."
"Ha!" Medici sneered, "You just want to see a bunch of kids fight."
"No, no, no. I have no interest in watching real kids fight; that would hurt my conscience. I'm interested in seeing you lot fight. How entertaining!" Lynn said sincerely, making no effort to hide his intentions.
Hearing this, Medici, the True Creator, and the others, familiar with Lynn's nature, were unsurprised. Medici merely sneered again, while Solomon gave Lynn a curious glance but said nothing.
"I hope we're not late," Bethel interjected, aiming to diffuse the tension.
Only he could do this. If Sasrir wasn't mad, he might have been able to help stop Lynn, but since he is incapable, the responsibility fell to Mr. Door, the second-generation father figure.
"No, no, you're the third group to arrive. Before you, the guests were the Evernight Goddess and the Earth Mother," Lynn waved it off, now taking a good look at Bethel in his seven or eight-year-old state.
Young Bethel appeared much softer, lacking the "vampire duke from novels" vibe, resembling a well-mannered noble boy. With numerous jeweled ornaments, he looked like a prince from a shoujo manga.
Lynn blinked, confirming what he saw, and remarked, "Bethel, has anyone told you that you look like a completely different person when you're not frowning?"
"You were so adorable as a child. When you grew up... well, not that you're bad-looking now, but you don't have this same charm!" Lynn felt more justified in his decision to let Bethel experience life at different ages. Bethel was no longer the stiff person he used to be; he was softer now.
Hearing this, Bethel awkwardly tugged at his gem-encrusted sleeve. He had considered maintaining his stern demeanor but remembered Lynn's advice about experiencing different stages of life.
It seemed his attempts were successful, but Bethel wondered if Lynn had been completely truthful.
"Alright, alright. Since you're not planning to fight, let's head to the banquet hall!" Lynn suggested, ushering them like schoolchildren on a field trip. The two groups exchanged glances, neither intending to fight and followed Lynn.
As they walked, Lynn handed out outfits to each of them. While walking beside Medici, Lynn "whispered" loudly, "Little Red, I'll tell you a secret. Amon's abilities are limited to a Sequence 2 level unless his life is in danger."
Giving Medici a meaningful look, he implied, "Settle your scores today!"
Though Tudor was off-limits for now, a minion like Amon wasn't.
(End of Chapter)
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