"After leaving Backlund, where should we go next?"
"Of course, we should think of a way to separate. I don't want to keep staying with you two bastards. Even the air I breathe feels unbearably filthy."
"Return with me in secret to the Rose Redemption, reunite with the Serpent, and become angels seated beneath the Lord. That is the correct path we should take."
"Get out of this body with your disgusting beliefs!"
"Heh, do you really think I want to be stuck with two androgynous freaks like you?"
"You could always choose to end it all; we certainly wouldn't stop you."
"I still haven't figured out whether the two of you are men or women. I'm not willing to leave this world just like that."
"Shut your filthy mouth. Being with you is ten thousand times more disgusting than soaking in a stinking gutter!"
Under the crimson moonlight, three completely different voices came from within a body that still looked fairly young, as if it were talking to itself, yet also opposing itself.
"Everyone, quiet down. We should discuss what comes next. This frail body won't last much longer."
"We can first find a suitable gatekeeper to serve as a temporary dwelling."
"Back in Backlund, weren't the believers of Evernight the most suitable choices? Unfortunately, you two useless fellows actually backed down."
"Heh, Medici, all you have left is that sharp tongue of yours. Backlund has always been watched by Evernight. Would you dare to directly attack Her believers?"
"At the very least, I would try. Even if Evernight descended, as long as I could pray to the Lord, I believe the Serpent would soon come to join us."
"Then I'd rather be imprisoned by Evernight."
"Tsk, after knowing you for so many years, how come I never knew you had a fondness for being imprisoned?"
"Stop arguing! After arguing for so many years, aren't you tired of it yet?"
"You still haven't gotten used to this way of getting along after all these years? You're far too useless."
"Indeed. You should properly temper your state of mind. How nice it would be to be as carefree and at ease as I am, not anxious at all."
Faced with Medici and Einhorn suddenly joining forces against him, Sauron no longer spoke.
After a brief silence, Medici chuckled and said, "Someone is opening something I left behind. Want to go take a look together?"
"Heh, everything you leave behind stinks just as badly as you do. I don't want to go anywhere near it."
"We should head to the Southern Continent first. The aura of war coming from there is the strongest."
"Where is this place?"
"Southville County."
"This body is really troublesome. We even have to buy a ticket and take a ship."
After another round of discussion, the young man finally headed in the direction of Puning Harbor.
...
On the desk, 008, which had been shut inside the pencil case, began to jump. The pencil case gave off a faint up-and-down rattling sound.
This forced Hastur to turn his gaze over, then open the pencil case and release 008.
"Master, I've sensed the aura of war approaching!" 008 quickly wrote on a blank sheet of paper.
"It really came quickly." Hastur murmured softly. Only three days had passed since his last conversation with 008, yet Sauron-Einhorn-Medici had already arrived at Puning Harbor.
With His special nature, He should notice that there was an unusual aura within this harbor.
Although the Yellow-robed Monks were skilled at concealing their aura, before the trinity of the Red Priest, they would still be sensed to some extent.
Fortunately, he had already made some preparations in advance, and Madam Lisa had completely hidden her whereabouts.
According to what she herself had said, when it came to concealing fate, unless it was a Sequence 1 of the Fate pathway or a true god, it would not be easily seen through.
"Meow." Ariella jumped onto the windowsill and lay down, her gaze far deeper than usual.
"Master! He is here!"
While Hastur was still thinking, 008 suddenly wrote out a string of words, then flew to Hastur's hand and lightly touched his finger, signaling for him to hold it.
Hastur gently held 008, his gaze narrowing slightly as he looked toward the figure that had suddenly appeared on the sofa.
He did not recognize that young man, but the aura hidden on that person made one extremely wary.
Sauron-Einhorn-Medici had actually come knocking so quickly.
Was it because of 008? Or was it that, in Their view, a small place like Puning Harbor simply could not hold any danger?
"Strange. The Quill of Alzuhod actually appeared in such a small place. I thought I had sensed wrong."
The young man spoke words that did not match his age.
As expected, He had been drawn here by 008.
It should have been when 008 reminded him just now that Sauron-Einhorn-Medici sensed the related aura, which was why They had suddenly appeared here.
Hastur understood in his heart. His expression remained calm, without the slightest panic. Instead, he gently twirled the 008 in his hand between his fingers a few times.
"You seem to have guessed that we would come. Was it because this pen tipped you off?"
Seeing Hastur's composed expression, Sauron-Einhorn-Medici could not help but become slightly more serious.Hastur said calmly, "A suitable pen should naturally be held by a suitable person."
"Heh, if Adam heard those words, I wonder what kind of expression He would have. For some reason, I'm rather looking forward to it."
The one speaking now should be Medici. Only He had the confidence to casually comment on Adam like that.
Hastur glanced at Medici, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile. "I'm also looking forward to what His expression would be like. After all, would such a paranoid person also be moved by other matters?"
As soon as these words came out, the young man Sauron-Einhorn-Medici, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, showed a slight change in expression. His eyes instantly turned sharp.
Not just anyone would use "paranoid" to describe Adam!
Under Their gaze, Hastur slowly opened the newly bought glasses case on the desk and took out a monocle made of crystal.
Sauron-Einhorn-Medici's entire body exuded a dangerous aura.
"Wait a moment. It's a little dirty." Hastur leisurely wiped the monocle lightly with a glasses cloth, then put it over his left eye.
The solemnity in Sauron-Einhorn-Medici's eyes faded quite a bit, and the corners of His mouth lifted slightly, as if He were sneering mockingly at something.
Hastur looked at Them and smiled, then slowly placed the monocle over his right eye instead.
"Where were we just now?"
"..." The mocking curve of Sauron-Einhorn-Medici's mouth froze. His eyes changed several times before finally filling with suspicion as He looked Hastur up and down. "You are not Him!"
Swoosh!
Sauron-Einhorn-Medici abruptly stood up from the sofa, both eyes filled with shock.
Especially Medici. He had never expected that He would encounter Amon here!
Thinking about it carefully, with Amon's personality, it was indeed possible that He would take the Quill of Alzuhod and deliberately cause some trouble for Adam.
Hastur merely smiled as he looked at the standing Sauron-Einhorn-Medici, then took off the monocle from his right eye.
Hastur sighed lightly. "This thing really feels a little uncomfortable to wear, especially when looking at people. It's always easy to mistake someone for someone else."
"..." Sauron-Einhorn-Medici's expression changed again and again. Finally, He sat back down on the sofa and said in an icy tone, "No one has ever dared to joke with me like this to my face!"
"There is a first time for everything. After encountering it a few more times, you'll get used to it."
"Hahaha, Medici, so there's actually a day when you get bluffed by someone!"
"Shut up!"
"You're actually flying into a rage out of embarrassment, hahaha…"
"Medici, you were successfully provoked by a young man. That feeling must be quite nice, right?"
"Did the two of you manage to tell the difference just now?"
"We're not as familiar with Amon as you are."
Amid proud laughter, there were also furious rebukes born of embarrassment.
As the three of Them argued, a face each grew out from both sides of the young man's cheeks.
Suddenly, the desk in front of Hastur exploded!
The three Sauron-Einhorn-Medici, who had seemed to have fallen into internal strife, had actually unified Their thoughts in an instant, intending to wipe out Hastur, who was sitting behind the desk, in one strike.
Unfortunately, for some reason, Their attack was drawn toward the desk.
Hastur, who was sitting behind it, did not suffer any damage at all.
I was already guarding against you old scheming bastards!
Hastur sneered inwardly.
Since he dared to use Amon to play a trick on Sauron-Einhorn-Medici, he naturally had made certain preparations.
The current Sauron-Einhorn-Medici was merely an evil spirit with an empty status but severely insufficient strength.
Back then, he had even been able to startle Adam into retreating. Having made three days of preparations, he naturally was not afraid of Sauron-Einhorn-Medici suddenly making trouble.
"This was merely a joke in return. I hope you won't mind."
After launching the attack, Sauron-Einhorn-Medici suddenly calmed down, and even wore a warm smile on Their face.
Tsk, this was clearly because He was afraid that if the battle dragged on, His true current condition would be exposed.
So, after failing with one strike, He deliberately called it a joke in return.
"If it was only a joke, then naturally I won't mind." Hastur smiled, then looked at the desk that had already shattered into powder. His voice turned slightly cold. "But since you damaged something, we'll have to discuss compensation."
"Extortion?"
"This is a reasonable demand. After all, you inexplicably barged into my house and even broke my desk."
"And if I don't compensate you?"
"Then you would naturally be considered malicious guests at my door."
The corners of Sauron-Einhorn-Medici's mouth curved into a smile. His body leaned slightly back against the sofa, and He crossed His long legs in an arrogant and confident manner.