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Is this considered growth?
Probably!
But Medici knew that the Little Red who, though occasionally a bit crazy, was mostly normal and whose humanity was so fervent that he would give his family all his trust, probably wouldn't come back.
He would still make many friends, but among those new friends, none would ever receive his complete trust again.
Is this a good thing?
Medici thought so, because he knew how cruel this world was.
In this cruel world, one shouldn't give too much trust to others. Having a sense of vigilance towards friends wasn't a bad thing for Lin Ruo.
And what made Medici even more relieved was that, even after losing his memory, Medici still sensed that necessary vigilance in the current Little Red.
Except for… thinking of a certain small Seer whom Little Red protected like his own cub, Medici couldn't help but curl his lips.
He truly couldn't understand why Little Red would bind himself to that small diviner.
Isn't that just putting a noose around your own neck?
Whenever he thought of this, Medici felt that Little Red must have gone crazy.
That's why he would do such a foolish thing!
Lin Ruo didn't know what Medici was thinking. He opened his mouth in confusion but couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Ruo's brows suddenly furrowed, and he clutched his chest, feeling a bit uncomfortable due to the emotions that suddenly surged there.
It was the anger, sorrow, and even despair from being betrayed and seeing loved ones die before his eyes. Even though Lin Ruo was only feeling some lingering echoes across time and space, he still felt uncomfortable.
He didn't recall anything or any images because of Medici's description, but he instinctively tightened his grip on the bronze-green cross in his hand.
Lin Ruo closed his eyes, sensing those emotions, but before he could savor them, all emotions suddenly subsided.
Lin Ruo opened his eyes, looked at the bronze-green cross in his hand, and suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, saying, "Perhaps I really did throw it away…"
Or perhaps, unwilling to Face it and unwilling to discard it, he entrusted it to someone else for safekeeping.
Lin Ruo understood himself, so he knew that he was actually someone who would evade.
Because of evasion, he was unwilling to recall the past; because he feared sadness, he simply suppressed all his longing.
He was actually a coward!
"Hoo…" Lin Ruo sighed. He continued to hold the cross in his hand and said, "Medici, talk with me for a while. Anyway, it's still early, and it'll take a long time to extract my characteristics with this thing…"
"Knowing it'll take a long time, why didn't you just wait until your characteristics were extracted before calling me?" Medici, with both hands in his pockets, glanced at Lin Ruo irritably upon hearing this. He found a tree to lean against near Lin Ruo, lifted his chin slightly, and said,
"Speak, what do you want to talk about? If you want to ask me about your past, don't bother. I told you I wouldn't help you recover your memory."
"You're overthinking. I didn't plan to ask about that," Lin Ruo said unhurriedly, adjusting his state.
"Then what do you want to talk about?" Medici looked at him, with an expression that said, "It's giving you Face that this great lord is willing to chat with you."
"Let's talk, hmm, let's talk about your affairs. You know I have amnesia, and my understanding of you now is almost nonexistent," Lin Ruo, having adjusted his mood, resumed his smiling expression and said,
"So tell me about your past glorious deeds, how you met the Creator, why you chose to be loyal, and those magnificent stories you experienced… I think those must be very exciting stories, right!"
"Heh!" Medici chuckled, glanced at Lin Ruo, and said, "You want to hear my story? Sure, beg me!"
Lin Ruo blinked, then shook his head stubbornly, saying, "No begging. Tell it or don't. If you don't, I'll read a book. Anyway, I'm just idling."
After speaking, Lin Ruo actually pulled a novel from his pocket and said in a sarcastic tone, "The stories in this book might be more exciting than yours, after all, the author's imagination is quite vast."
"Little Red, are you a child? Using such a low-level provocation?" Medici glanced at him and said.
As for how Medici knew about provocation—Lin Ruo had mentioned it to him before!
As someone who had partnered with Lin Ruo for over a thousand years, Medici had learned too many various terms from Lin Ruo. The application of some words had even become a habit for him.
"Yes, after all, who isn't still a baby?" Lin Ruo closed the open book and retorted sarcastically without any politeness.
"Tsk, I call you a baby and you get proud." Medici scoffed, "What, do you want your Brother Medici to tell you a bedtime story?"
His words were clearly meant to disgust, but Lin Ruo responded without batting an eye:
"So, is brother willing to tell it?"
#On shamelessness, no one can surpass Lin Ruo#
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Medici paused. He looked at Lin Ruo, his smile becoming more unrestrained, and said, "Alright, then you listen carefully."
Medici then fell silent for a while, perhaps recalling or organizing his words. It was a full two minutes before he spoke:
"When I met the Creator, it was on the battlefield. The Creator subdued me there. So I began to follow the Creator in campaigns, becoming the Creator's wrath, the Creator's sword… What's wrong?"
Medici was naturally asking Lin Ruo the last question, as Lin Ruo had raised his empty hand, clearly having a question.
"Hmm, actually, I've always been curious, what Sequence were you when you followed the Creator?" Lin Ruo asked. He was genuinely curious about this question.
"What else could I be, Sequence 2, of course," Medici replied irritably.
"I remember you're a born mythical creature, so you started following the Creator not long after you were born?" Lin Ruo continued to ask curiously.
"What else?" Medici looked at him, paused, and then said with some suspicion, "What kind of expression is that?"
It wasn't surprising he asked this; Lin Ruo's expression at that moment was indeed a little subtle.
"N-nothing," Lin Ruo quickly shook his head.
Just kidding, how could he tell Medici that in that instant he thought of Whitebeard?
Especially after thinking that the other three Kings of Angels, including Ouroboros, had followed the Ancient Sun God since their weak stages, Lin Ruo's feeling of "the Creator is Whitebeard" became even stronger.
—Could it be that the Ancient Sun God also picked up children everywhere back then?
Huh, why did I use "also"?
Lin Ruo looked at Medici and couldn't help but ask, "Medici, actually, I've always been curious, why are you loyal to the Creator?"
Is it because he was picked up when he was little?
"Do I need a reason?" Medici looked at him strangely, raised his chin slightly, proud and unrestrained, his tone matter-of-fact:
"I am loyal to the Creator. Do I need a reason?"
PS: Regarding Medici's past, it's my personal setting, as Cuttlefish didn't describe Little Red's past in detail. However, regarding him being a born mythical creature, it's not, because I remember Cuttlefish mentioned in an interview that Little Red is a born mythical creature. (This part is free, I'm putting it in the author's note because I'm afraid you won't read it otherwise)
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