Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 78 Honeyed Lips

"Little one, what's your name?"

The rigid butler looked down at the blond boy walking beside him, his gaze piercing through the darkness and landing on Ron's monocle.

"My name is Ron Sothos."

Ron pushed up his monocle and, without hesitation, gave his real name. He raised his head and looked expectantly at the young man wearing a pointed soft hat.

"Luo"

The word in Rune was uttered with a pause after just the first syllable. Amon realized the blond kid's sinister intentions and promptly stopped his foolish act of reciting unfamiliar real names.

He pushed up his monocle, which was made of crystal, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

Just now, the mythical creature's spiritual intuition had been warning Him that if He were to actually recite this name, it might lead to a result that He himself did not want to see.

For example, the location of one's own body might be exposed as a result.

This event, beyond His control, and the inexplicable intrusion of the blond boy, made Him even more delighted. He felt that the future would not only be full of fun, but would also surely be accompanied by thrills and excitement.

This is much more interesting than Him directing and acting all by Himself.

"Mr. Issa Mon, an elderly man like you should be comfortably waiting to die in your hometown, not appearing on the open sea where courage and bravery are required!"

Ron's words suddenly rang in Amon's ears, causing the corners of His smiling mouth to twitch slightly.

In that instant, Amon seemed to realize that the thrills and excitement of the future weren't as good as he had imagined.

Because He could hear the sarcasm in Ron's voice; that little brat was mocking him for being a coward and not daring to say the name "Ron Sothoth."

That familiar yet unfamiliar tone, and the slightly intoxicating feeling it gave Him, successfully reminded Amon of a certain foul-mouthed angel king.

What an annoying guy!

"Heh, I may be a bit old, but I'm not as old as a baby, facing this ocean that requires courage and bravery."

Amon adjusted his monocle and replied casually.

His meaning couldn't be clearer: He was mocking Ron, this old codger, for pretending to be young and should have stayed home and been nursing instead of coming to the sea.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy's pupils widened slightly, feeling that the taunting skills of the guy beside him were almost on par with those of the Dead Ghost.

Ron looked up and met Amon's gaze, who was looking down at him.

In that instant, both of them noticed the feigned sympathy and mutual admiration in each other's eyes.

Master!

A strange thought flashed through their minds, making them take the person in front of them seriously and acknowledge each other's verbal skills.

"You two, stop dawdling!"

At that moment, Frans' impatient voice came from a dozen meters away. He turned around and looked at the two fat sheep wearing monocles, and unconsciously began to urge them on.

The blond boy and the old butler exchanged glances, both looking through their monocles at the impatient conman.

The night breeze, carrying the damp air of the sea, blew slowly by. The scruffy-looking conman suddenly shivered. He was somewhat dazed, as if he had just experienced something extremely terrible, but he forgot what it was.

Frans didn't sense anything unusual, somewhat numbly ignoring the two people behind him and the insects that had turned into stars at his feet.

He walked slowly and deliberately, his gaze blank like a puppet, silently heading towards the destination he had previously envisioned.

"You have a lot of courage and are quite capable."

The butler, with graying temples, pushed up his crystal-carved monocle and spoke in a voice befitting a young man.

"Hmph ╯^╰."

The blond boy grunted, which was considered an answer to Amon's question.

Ron's answer clearly exceeded Amon's expectations, because the King of Angels did not expect that a guy who was supposed to be an angel would be so naive.

Hmph, what does that mean?!

"Are you an angel guiding our destiny?"

Amon pushed up his monocle and probed openly.

Because in the previous secret confrontation, He sensed an inexplicable cyclical power.

Aside from his old father, only those with the Sequence 1 of the Fate Path possess this ability, and the old man pretending to be young is a common characteristic of the Sequence 1 of the Fate Path.

"Hmph ╯^╰, call me daddy and I'll tell you!"

The boy didn't tolerate Amon's tentative probing; instead, sweet words that warmed Amon's heart tumbled from his honeyed lips.

The almost vulgar voice made the angel of time's eyes twitch. As a naturally high-ranking mythical being, although He often mocked others and used various deceptions to cheat them, He simply couldn't bring himself to curse like a shrew in the street.

Being unruly doesn't mean being shameless; clearly, he wasn't a qualified thief.

"How interesting!"

"Don't you think your current behavior is unbecoming of your status?"

"Don't you think your sarcasm is so vulgar and utterly lacking in sophistication?"

The man in the pointed soft hat calmed his emotions, revealing a mocking smile as he ridiculed Ron's vulgar and barbaric verbal skills.

"You bastard, is it any of your business?"

The blond boy raised his head again, glanced at the man in the soft hat who was putting on an act, then snorted and rudely retorted.

"Oh"

"How interesting!"

The man with black curly hair, a wide forehead, and a thin face gritted his teeth, but still stubbornly managed to utter those words.

In that instant, Amon felt that the blond kid next to him was exceptionally annoying. The moment he saw the kid's upturned lips, he wanted to tear him to shreds.

At that moment, He seemed to have a different understanding, and finally understood why that war angel who talked nonsense always burned his own hair.

Others are a mirror of ourselves, and the mythical creatures born of nature now clearly understand this.

"Ha, you bastard!"

However, this gentleman did not intend to make any changes; instead, he echoed Ron's tone and retorted in the opposite direction.

After all, people only learn and improve when they realize their own shortcomings.

"Your words are vulgar and utterly lacking in sophistication."

The blond boy grinned, clenched his fists, and retorted with the same sarcasm Amon had used before.

The night breeze, accompanied by the sound of waves and mocking laughter, blew gently by, and the crimson veil was splashed onto the waves of the sea.

Not long afterward, Ron and the old-fashioned butler, enjoying the night breeze, followed the puppet-like Frans to the port.

"Isa, you're back."

As Ron approached the ship's gangway, he heard a slightly authoritative voice, sounding to be in his thirties, greeting the old butler beside the blond-haired boy.

"Yes, Mr. Mylbourne, I have located the captain of the ship and am urging him to board and set sail as soon as possible."

"Very good, you've thought of everything!"

(End of this chapter)