With daylight as ink, void as paper, and the entire astral realm as the reader, the white quill pen drops one brilliant character after another, quietly tampering with the movement of people's hearts.

"Although it is said to be the most completed work, wouldn't it be too exaggerated to be able to trap a god son?"

The young master of prophecy was not without doubts in his mind, but he quickly recalled that from his old friends, even the embodiment of oneness needs to digest one extraordinary characteristic after another to build its own foundation, so it was easy for Thoth to conclude that Amun, who was born young, was not an angel in the full sense of the word. While the Minoan Labyrinth can be broken by brute force, unfortunately the Thief Path lacks a strong attack, and the flames Amon had previously stolen from Medici had already been used to burn Herabergen's beard, so it was reasonable to be trapped for a short time. ”

"Reasonable development?" With a chuckle, a black shadow appeared opposite the Creator at some point. The Goddess of the Night said in a calm but unceremonious tone, "It's not because of all kinds of coincidences that collide together, you and I know it. ”

"Of course, an old hermit can trap a newborn Angel of Time." There was a rare ripple in the night goddess's always calm voice, "Your sons and Medici are very clever and can see through without saying anything, but how long can this hide from the hermit himself?" He will one day perceive and inspire power that goes far beyond Sequence 3, but He must not approach that day in ignorance. ”

As a remnant of the old days, he couldn't help but have more pity and care for the Chinese youth who was still kept in the dark, but those days soaked in blood and fire made him know that fragile beings cannot survive in the crazy and chaotic mysterious world, and that the hermit must be strong enough to survive the endless struggle, strong enough not to be impregnated by the madness of divinity, strong enough to hold on to hope even if he knows the cruelty of the world.

The gifts of fate have a price, and those who stand at the top have long lost the right to move their feet, and if they don't want to fall to pieces, they can only stand firm.

"Or do you want to be the guy who tells kids that there is no Santa Claus in the world?" The goddess of the night sighed shallowly, "Alexander, what are you hesitating about?" ”

“……”

What did He hesitate about?

He was the one who restored the child's self-knowledge, He was the one who sent the child to battle, and it was He who ordered the Medici to train the child strictly, and the child grew step by step in the direction He expected...... Why should He hesitate?

The god's gaze fell from above, and he saw the child decorating his little home with great interest, hanging the sheets and bedding high. The weather was so clear, his purple eyes were like two arcs of crescents, and sweat oozed from his nose and forehead, glistening in the sun.

He said, "It's you." ”

The white-eyed crow standing on the branch tilted its head and fell to the ground as a little boy with black hair and black eyes.