Exactly the same.
Especially that pitch-black mask. It was almost identical to the outfit worn by the White Hair Person in the memories Lynn had seen in that raven's corpse.
And now.
They had appeared in his hands.
Did what that meant really need any explanation...
"This really is absurd!"
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and laughed.
Because this all but confirmed the suspicion he had harbored for so long, the suspicion he had refused to admit and found ridiculous. The White Hair Person who had appeared in history, the raven who had appeared in the war of the old days, had been no one else.
It had been him.
That was why, in Cthulhu's memories, he had glanced toward where his past self had been.
Because what a wicked sense of humor that was.
Because watching his past self spend night after night pondering the strangeness and hidden meaning behind that single glance was something that made him happy just thinking about it.
"If that's the case."
"Then was the Flesh Dominator something I created myself?"
Lynn looked up.
The robe and mask materialized in his hands.
But what exactly had it all been for?
If I created him in the future, was it just so I could kill him in the present?
He didn't dare think about it.
He only knew that mystery after mystery would gradually unfold before him as time passed. And whether he wanted to or not, he would cross the river of history again and again, appear in that ancient past, and become part of that history.
Just as the Feather Pen had said.
Perhaps a cause didn't always come before its effect.
Lynn closed his eyes.
In that instant.
The armor covered in black feathers clad his body, and the pitch-black mask covered his