"So, you can actually smile like that. It's quite surprising," Roland said, looking at Adam and suddenly touching his chin in contemplation.
It's not that Adam never smiled, but his previous smiles were always that kind of seemingly gentle, yet emotionless smile. Looking at it for too long could even trigger a bit of the uncanny valley effect. But now, Adam's smile clearly carried some emotion.
"This is thanks to your mask. Although it can't completely change me, it has indeed brought me some… gains," Adam said, looking at Roland, his smile returning to its usual polite form. "Perhaps your plan really can work."
"Whether it works or not, we'll know once we try," Roland said with an indifferent smile. He then looked at the Imaginary Angel and said, "Then, see you next time, Imaginary Angel. Remember to say hello to the Sun God for me, and also ask Saszriel if he's willing to switch sides."
The Imaginary Angel's expression instantly became a little subtle. He seemed to hesitate for half a second, then nodded and looked at Roland, saying, "I understand. I will relay your message to them, but I'm afraid Saszriel won't be willing to follow you."
"It's okay, I'll ask again next time," Roland said magnanimously.
This magnanimous and rogue attitude left the Imaginary Angel somewhat speechless, but he ultimately didn't say anything more.
Roland then took the opportunity to cancel the summoning of the Imaginary Angel.
Thus, in the Third Era—
The Imaginary Angel opened his eyes. Before him was the familiar garden. Before being summoned to the future, he was walking in the garden with Amon.
Of course, a more accurate way to put it is that the Imaginary Angel was accompanying Amon in staking out the Ancient Sun God, because after the Ancient Sun God finished dealing with his affairs, there was a certain probability that he would refresh in this garden. So, when Amon was bored, he liked to stake out the area, and occasionally he would pull others along, like him, like Medici and them.
Oh right, I forgot to ask Mr. Lucifer how Amon is doing. Last time I heard Saszriel say that Amon seemed to have done many wrong things in the future, and was beaten up a lot. I wonder if he has reformed now… The Imaginary Angel's gaze fell on Amon a few steps away, and his thoughts inevitably drifted a little.
"What are you looking at? What's wrong? Why did you suddenly start spacing out?" Amon naturally couldn't help but notice the Imaginary Angel's strangeness. He looked at him in confusion and asked.
"Um…" The Imaginary Angel hesitated for a moment, and remembering Saszriel's instructions to him, he finally said, "Sorry, Amon, I suddenly have something I need to go and talk to Saszriel about. I can't keep you company today."
"Looking for Saszriel?" Amon raised his eyebrows. He sized up the Imaginary Angel, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile and said, "It just so happens that I also have something I need to talk to him about. Let's go together!"
"…What I need to talk to Saszriel about might not be convenient for you to know," the Imaginary Angel refused as tactfully as possible.
Whether it was the events of the future, or the fact that the Son of God was essentially an incarnation of God, were currently confidential matters to Amon, so naturally he couldn't be allowed to know.
"What is there that I can't know?" Amon was unhappy as soon as he heard this. He was originally a mischievous child, extremely mischievous since childhood, but because someone was suppressing him when he was young, he didn't do anything harmful, but that didn't prevent him from having the other qualities of a mischievous child.
Moreover, Amon also possessed the keenness that the Gou family should have. At this moment, he narrowed his eyes unkindly and looked at the Imaginary Angel, saying:
"From a long time ago, I felt like you guys were hiding something from me. You, Saszriel, and even Father, you all seem to have a common secret. Brother, am I not a child of this family? What is there that I can't know?"
By the end, it was unknown whether it was acting or genuine, but Amon's expression even had a hint of sadness, and his address to the Imaginary Angel changed from Adam to brother.
The Imaginary Angel was a little sweaty at this moment. It was undeniable that whether it was the Sun God himself or his incarnations, they all sincerely loved Amon. It could be said that most of their few selfish desires were given to him.
Therefore, even when facing Amon's questioning at this moment, even though the Imaginary Angel, as an audience, could see that Amon was not as sad as he was showing, he still felt a little unbearable—because Amon's sadness was not entirely feigned, at least there was a bit of truth in it.
Amon was truly saddened that the others in this family all had a common secret, and that he was excluded.
It's hard to imagine that he, who will merge with the Sun God's divinity in the future, will become such an existence that is, to put it nicely, indifferent, and to put it bluntly, a machine.
Divinity… The Imaginary Angel almost subconsciously touched his face, where he wasn't wearing anything, but the Imaginary Angel could feel that he was wearing that mask on his soul.
That mask actually followed him through time and space from the future back to the present.
"Sorry, Amon, I really have something important to talk to Saszriel about." Thinking of the business at hand, the Imaginary Angel's somewhat softened heart hardened again. He looked at Amon, then gave him a comforting smile and said:
"Of course you are a child of this family, but Amon, you are still young, and there are some things that you really can't be told right now."
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After saying this, in order to prevent Amon from acting unreasonably, the Imaginary Angel turned around and left almost as quickly as possible.
Amon, who was indeed planning to act unreasonably but didn't have time to:……
Amon took a deep breath, and then took another breath, his chest rising and falling, looking quite angry.
Different from the Amon of later generations, who no longer had the protection of the Sun God and had struggled in the mundane world for thousands of years, the Amon of this era was obviously more immature, and his emotional fluctuations were also more obvious.
"You're still young… Heh, you're only one minute older than me." After a long while, probably having calmed down, Amon revealed a sneer, deciding to go back and steal Adam's favorite bottle of wine and give it to Medici, and then notify the latter after he was almost drunk, so that he could see with his own eyes how his favorite wine was finished.
Just as Amon was about to attack the Imaginary Angel's collection, on the other side, the Imaginary Angel had already arrived at Saszriel's study. After pushing open the door of the study, his first glance was not at Saszriel himself, but at the mountains of parchment.
It's not that Adam never smiled, but his previous smiles were always that kind of seemingly gentle, yet emotionless smile. Looking at it for too long could even trigger a bit of the uncanny valley effect. But now, Adam's smile clearly carried some emotion.
"This is thanks to your mask. Although it can't completely change me, it has indeed brought me some… gains," Adam said, looking at Roland, his smile returning to its usual polite form. "Perhaps your plan really can work."
"Whether it works or not, we'll know once we try," Roland said with an indifferent smile. He then looked at the Imaginary Angel and said, "Then, see you next time, Imaginary Angel. Remember to say hello to the Sun God for me, and also ask Saszriel if he's willing to switch sides."
The Imaginary Angel's expression instantly became a little subtle. He seemed to hesitate for half a second, then nodded and looked at Roland, saying, "I understand. I will relay your message to them, but I'm afraid Saszriel won't be willing to follow you."
"It's okay, I'll ask again next time," Roland said magnanimously.
This magnanimous and rogue attitude left the Imaginary Angel somewhat speechless, but he ultimately didn't say anything more.
Roland then took the opportunity to cancel the summoning of the Imaginary Angel.
Thus, in the Third Era—
The Imaginary Angel opened his eyes. Before him was the familiar garden. Before being summoned to the future, he was walking in the garden with Amon.
Of course, a more accurate way to put it is that the Imaginary Angel was accompanying Amon in staking out the Ancient Sun God, because after the Ancient Sun God finished dealing with his affairs, there was a certain probability that he would refresh in this garden. So, when Amon was bored, he liked to stake out the area, and occasionally he would pull others along, like him, like Medici and them.
Oh right, I forgot to ask Mr. Lucifer how Amon is doing. Last time I heard Saszriel say that Amon seemed to have done many wrong things in the future, and was beaten up a lot. I wonder if he has reformed now… The Imaginary Angel's gaze fell on Amon a few steps away, and his thoughts inevitably drifted a little.
"What are you looking at? What's wrong? Why did you suddenly start spacing out?" Amon naturally couldn't help but notice the Imaginary Angel's strangeness. He looked at him in confusion and asked.
"Um…" The Imaginary Angel hesitated for a moment, and remembering Saszriel's instructions to him, he finally said, "Sorry, Amon, I suddenly have something I need to go and talk to Saszriel about. I can't keep you company today."
"Looking for Saszriel?" Amon raised his eyebrows. He sized up the Imaginary Angel, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile and said, "It just so happens that I also have something I need to talk to him about. Let's go together!"
"…What I need to talk to Saszriel about might not be convenient for you to know," the Imaginary Angel refused as tactfully as possible.
Whether it was the events of the future, or the fact that the Son of God was essentially an incarnation of God, were currently confidential matters to Amon, so naturally he couldn't be allowed to know.
"What is there that I can't know?" Amon was unhappy as soon as he heard this. He was originally a mischievous child, extremely mischievous since childhood, but because someone was suppressing him when he was young, he didn't do anything harmful, but that didn't prevent him from having the other qualities of a mischievous child.
Moreover, Amon also possessed the keenness that the Gou family should have. At this moment, he narrowed his eyes unkindly and looked at the Imaginary Angel, saying:
"From a long time ago, I felt like you guys were hiding something from me. You, Saszriel, and even Father, you all seem to have a common secret. Brother, am I not a child of this family? What is there that I can't know?"
By the end, it was unknown whether it was acting or genuine, but Amon's expression even had a hint of sadness, and his address to the Imaginary Angel changed from Adam to brother.
The Imaginary Angel was a little sweaty at this moment. It was undeniable that whether it was the Sun God himself or his incarnations, they all sincerely loved Amon. It could be said that most of their few selfish desires were given to him.
Therefore, even when facing Amon's questioning at this moment, even though the Imaginary Angel, as an audience, could see that Amon was not as sad as he was showing, he still felt a little unbearable—because Amon's sadness was not entirely feigned, at least there was a bit of truth in it.
Amon was truly saddened that the others in this family all had a common secret, and that he was excluded.
It's hard to imagine that he, who will merge with the Sun God's divinity in the future, will become such an existence that is, to put it nicely, indifferent, and to put it bluntly, a machine.
Divinity… The Imaginary Angel almost subconsciously touched his face, where he wasn't wearing anything, but the Imaginary Angel could feel that he was wearing that mask on his soul.
That mask actually followed him through time and space from the future back to the present.
"Sorry, Amon, I really have something important to talk to Saszriel about." Thinking of the business at hand, the Imaginary Angel's somewhat softened heart hardened again. He looked at Amon, then gave him a comforting smile and said:
"Of course you are a child of this family, but Amon, you are still young, and there are some things that you really can't be told right now."
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After saying this, in order to prevent Amon from acting unreasonably, the Imaginary Angel turned around and left almost as quickly as possible.
Amon, who was indeed planning to act unreasonably but didn't have time to:……
Amon took a deep breath, and then took another breath, his chest rising and falling, looking quite angry.
Different from the Amon of later generations, who no longer had the protection of the Sun God and had struggled in the mundane world for thousands of years, the Amon of this era was obviously more immature, and his emotional fluctuations were also more obvious.
"You're still young… Heh, you're only one minute older than me." After a long while, probably having calmed down, Amon revealed a sneer, deciding to go back and steal Adam's favorite bottle of wine and give it to Medici, and then notify the latter after he was almost drunk, so that he could see with his own eyes how his favorite wine was finished.
Just as Amon was about to attack the Imaginary Angel's collection, on the other side, the Imaginary Angel had already arrived at Saszriel's study. After pushing open the door of the study, his first glance was not at Saszriel himself, but at the mountains of parchment.
