When that cry of "Dad" rang out, silence fell over everyone.
Even Lynn, submerged in that enormous mass of writhing fluid, froze on the spot and took a long time to recover.
Apart from the vacant Colossus, everyone around them, including Sir Awen and all the Origins observing from afar, fell into a strange silence. Sir Awen was especially rigid; even the Psionics he had unleashed to suppress the creature stopped for a moment.
"D-Dad?"
Sir Awen stiffly repeated the distinctly affectionate word the monster had just uttered.
Creatures who knew little about Lynn would surely have immediately assumed it was a ploy by that viscous monster. But precisely because they knew Lynn so well, they almost instinctively felt that this relationship might actually be legitimate.
Because, given Lynn's kinks...
It was hardly beyond him to have some abnormal encounter with a strange tentacle girl without their knowledge.
After all...
He was someone who could proudly shout about having screwed a tree.
Lynn held that enormous writhing mass in a daze and said:
"Uh..."
He could no longer sense any malice from the creature whatsoever. Could you imagine it? That grotesque mass, which sent your Sanity Value plummeting just by looking at it, was displaying intense affection. Even its writhing blood vessels bent unnaturally, seemingly trying to burrow into Lynn's clothes.
"Your... illegitimate child?" Sir Awen asked hesitantly.
Other people might have found such a suggestion hard to believe, but when it came to Lynn, there was absolutely reason for suspicion.
Lynn: "..."
Lynn: "Big Brother Awen, setting aside how ridiculous that theory is, I think my genes are pretty excellent. Even if I did have an illegitimate child, never mind how cute they might be, they probably wouldn't be an indescribably grotesque existence like this."
Sir Awen: "Maybe her