chsdbacks Chapter 12 You can treat Him as your brother
Chapter 12 You can treat Him as your brother
"What's the difference? Aren't you all Amon?" Medici could tell that the matter Amon was referring to was the future Him being killed, which made Him sneer and say irritably.
As a typical representative of the "soul unity is the same person" school of thought, Medici naturally did not feel that there was any difference between Amon's original body and his clone.
"...Looks like you're still the same as ever." Amon smiled noncommittally.
Ulorus, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up at this moment. He stared at Rosen and said as if he had suddenly realized something, "You are Rosen."
These words made everyone look at Him.
Rosen raised an eyebrow, nodded casually, and smiled at Urelius, saying, "Yes, I'm Rosen. You're Urelius, right?"
"Yes." Ulorus nodded, clearly not finding anything wrong with their conversation.
Amon watched this scene, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, but he didn't speak, still smiling.
Medici frowned slightly, looking at Rosen and then at Urolius, before suddenly asking, "Great Serpent, you don't seem to know Rosen very well?"
“I am indeed not familiar with Him.” Ulorus looked at Medici with confusion, then seemed to remember something and added, “This is the first time we have met, but I know that He is the Lord’s second child.”
It's hard to say what Medici was thinking at that moment; he simply gave Rosen a deep look.
"Why are you looking at me?" Rosen looked back innocently, but he was already having some plans in mind.
If Amon's reaction wasn't enough to confirm Rosen's suspicions, then Urolius's answer confirmed one thing for Rosen—the people of this timeline clearly only remembered and knew him up to the time when Amon kicked down the door and he met Medici, and there was nothing more. Otherwise, given his interest in the eight archangels, today could never have been Urolius's first meeting with him.
It's a real shame. I was hoping to find a bug to know my "future," but it seems that's not going to happen now.
Rosen thought this way, but he wasn't really disappointed.
The known represents the strategy, but the unknown represents countless possibilities.
Medici scoffed and said, "I was just thinking about whether someone died young."
Rosen's smile paused, then widened further. He chuckled lazily, "Maybe it really is that simple? Hmm, Little Red, what do you think about us forming a duo, called 'He Comes from Hell'?"
The final, most hilarious joke even made Rosen laugh.
Medici glanced at Rosen again, and surprisingly nodded, saying, "Okay!"
For a moment, it was difficult to tell who was in a worse state of hell.
"I suddenly feel a bit cold. How about we move to a warmer, more comfortable place to continue our conversation?" Amon suggested, adjusting his monocle.
The proposal was unanimously approved by everyone present.
After they left, two figures slowly emerged from where the group had been standing.
One of them was dressed in a black mage's robe, wearing a pointed hat, and sporting a signature crystal monocle – yet another Amon.
The other person was dressed like a priest, holding a cross in his hand. His golden eyes seemed to carry a hint of compassion at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they appeared devoid of any emotion.
"How interesting, after all this time, I only just found out I have a twin brother," Amon said, glancing at Adam beside him.
"What's even more interesting is that both my reason and my emotions tell me that He really is my brother. Even though my memories of him are just a few fleeting moments that have suddenly appeared, I still firmly believe it. In fact, when I try to correct this idea, my instincts prevent me from doing so."
Adam didn't show any surprise upon hearing this; he seemed to be recalling something, and after a long while, he finally spoke:
"You can think of him as your brother; that might be the best option."
"What?" Amon rarely showed a slightly surprised expression, and at the same time, he realized that Adam might know more than he did.
But Adam clearly had no intention of explaining. He simply glanced deeply in the direction Rosen had left before disappearing into thin air again.
"I really hate that about you." Amon said with a forced smile. Sometimes he genuinely disliked the audience's tendency to be enigmatic.
Therefore, it's clear that there was a reason why Amon's clone suggested helping Rosen and the others beat up Adam.
Sometimes, the audience really does deserve a beating.
……
Before leaving the desolate wilderness, the group naturally discussed where to settle down next. Ulroth suggested going to the Solomon Empire, which was the territory of the true creator. Amun disagreed and suggested that they go to the Tudor Empire instead, so that after they finished talking, they could take the opportunity to fight Adam.
Unsurprisingly, neither of their suggestions were adopted, and in the end, Rosen made the final decision, and everyone went to a certain place in the Byron Empire.
The reason for coming here is naturally for safety reasons. After all, Death Salinger is not familiar with either Ulrich or Amon, but at present, there is no deep hatred between them, so there is no need to worry about an ambush. Although there is some danger in coming here, with the combination of Rosen, Medici and Ulrich, even if Death himself comes, they will not be unable to escape.
"So, can you two tell me about your background now?"
In the bustling tavern, after leisurely taking a sip of his drink, Amon suddenly smiled and spoke, seemingly no longer intending to perform.
But Rosen, who should have cooperated with Him, ignored His words. The three-year-old child picked up his juice, glanced at the strong liquor in the glasses of the three people opposite him, and said with dissatisfaction, "Why am I the only juice?"
"What's the point of drinking, brat? Wait until you're an adult!" Medici, the instigator, laughed rudely. He picked up the glass of strong liquor, downed it in one gulp, and looked at Amon, saying, "You're very clever."
"It's because you didn't try to hide anything from beginning to end." Amon shook his head, put down his wine glass, raised his hand to adjust his monocle, and smiled as he said, "Of course, more importantly, I have the memory of that day."
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over Medici before falling on Rosen, meeting his eyes in those emerald green eyes.
Amon said, "I remember it was the fifth day after I was born. I came to find you with my new friend Medici, and then you disappeared with a blinding light."
"That's surprisingly candid." Rosen rested his chin on his hand, remarking with a hint of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and awe), took a sip of his juice, and then asked with interest, "And then? Did we reappear in your memory?"
Amon shook his head frankly and said, "I have no memory of this. In fact, my memory of it ends with your disappearance."
He paused, then added meaningfully, "Perhaps it's because you haven't gone back yet."