The First Saint looked down at him with a sneer, his hands clasped behind his back.
"No, you should have figured it out long ago. You simply forced yourself not to believe it. The fact that you repeatedly ruined my plans in Curse City and ultimately led that war already proved that your insight far surpassed that of ordinary people."
"The first time you saw that little girl unleash such tremendous power, you must have already had some suspicions along these lines, hadn't you?"
Lynn leaned back in his chair, watched him, and replied:
"I did have those concerns, because I hadn't expected Blue Star to possess power approaching the transcendent. So yes, I thought that if I were the Flesh God Cult, I would infiltrate them at the first opportunity. I would never leave that power unchecked. Even if they were only slightly stronger insects, I would have to leave nothing to chance."
"So the best approach would be to control them and make them work for me."
The First Saint chuckled softly, approval showing in his eyes.
"That's why I said you, too, are a demon of Hell."
"If you had joined my Flesh God Cult instead of Dark Night City, you would surely have become an evil god of unparalleled madness. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong side. But there's still something I don't understand. If that was the case, why did you take such an enormous risk to hold this discussion with the Hidden Cultivation Society?"
The wind outside the door grew fiercer, and the screams drew ever closer.
Lynn watched him and smiled.
"Because I wanted to take a gamble."
Yes.
He had indeed considered this possibility the very first time he saw Messiah. Precisely because of that underlying concern, he had avoided direct contact with