Watching Lynn's impassioned display, they found him just as unreliable-looking as ever, yet deep in his eyes lay a rare seriousness and resolve.
Perhaps sometimes it really was impossible to tell whether his words were thoughtless remarks or something spoken from the bottom of his heart.
But there was at least one thing they could be certain of.
He would always stand with his family.
Yet a trace of uncertainty about the future still appeared in their eyes.
Because they could not forget the reluctance to part in the eyes of the Lynn they had seen. But he had said nothing, nor had he revealed anything to them about what would happen in the future.
But...
It had to be a difficult future.
"What about the Sin Lord?"
Sir Awen looked at Lynn, seated at the head of the table, and once again recalled the woman his future self had taken away, and that face so strikingly similar to the Sin Lord's.
His brows furrowed slightly as he said:
"Although I don't know whether I should be thinking this, if everything you said is true, doesn't that mean..."
He looked toward the others without continuing.
But everyone knew what he meant.
If the one they had fought today really was the Sin Lord, did that mean that at some point in the future, she had died for some reason and become a servant of that calamity?
If that really was the case...
What about them?
Where were their future selves? Had they met the same fate as the Sin Lord, or had they, too, already died at some point in the future...?
Silence settled over them.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle, his family reflected in his eyes, and said:
"I don't know, my family."
"I don't know how the future will