A puzzled look crossed the Sin Lord's face.
Clown, meanwhile, gazed thoughtfully at the statue's face. Suddenly, as though he had guessed something, his expression shifted and his pupils widened. He withdrew his searching gaze as quickly as he could, swiftly dropped to his knees, and knocked his forehead loudly against the ground before the statue, begging forgiveness for his grossly disrespectful stare.
He did not know who she was. His knowledge of the history before the New World was incomplete.
But from the statue's appearance, he had still vaguely guessed something.
Because she bore a hint of resemblance to his Female Host, and to his King...
There was something alike in all of them.
"So who exactly is she?"
The Sin Lord asked, utterly baffled.
But Lynn shook his head and did not pursue the subject.
He could joke about that Great Lord however he pleased, because in a sense, the Great Lord could indeed be considered his true form. But he would not casually judge or poke fun at those around the Great Lord, because he knew from those memories that even the Great Lord felt immense guilt toward the girl depicted by this statue, and felt he owed her far too much.
"Let's go. We should now be a hundred percent certain that these are ruins left behind by the people of the Sea King Palace."
Lynn adjusted his Monocle.
He walked past the statue, long since weathered by the passage of time.
After kowtowing several more times, Clown hurriedly backed away, then passed the statue with his eyes lowered. Not daring to show any further disrespect, he quickly followed beside Lynn.
Lynn glanced at him and said:
"So, in our present era, are there still any descendants of the Great Lord around? Or do you know