After hearing his words, Lynn was unable to speak for a long time.
His gaze flickered as he tried to discern any trace of a lie on the man's face, but there was none.
Turmoil churned in his heart.
Because if everything the man said was true, then his earlier judgment had been correct. The one who had pursued him all the way from the Abyss to the Sea of Mists had not been the Truth God King himself at all.
But what on earth was going on?!
"Why are you telling me all this?"
Lynn asked, his gaze wavering.
The figure remained calm and composed. "I am merely a fragment forcibly torn away. I have no past experiences or memories, nor do I understand what I live for. It seems my sole purpose here is to develop one war creation after another for them, until they squeeze every last bit of value out of me."
He stood up.
He raised his head and gazed at the books and paintings flying through the air.
"I know perfectly well that my other part lies in the depths of this fortress, but I am not allowed to take even one step out of here, much less investigate."
"And for thousands of years, my only companions have been these unchanging books. I don't know whether you can understand what it feels like to lose your freedom. Ironically, I have no memory of what freedom even feels like, nothing to look back on."
He glanced sideways, Lynn reflected in his eyes.
"And you are the only outsider I have encountered in these thousands of years."
Lynn understood what he meant.
His powers of observation were keen. A simple deduction had been enough for him to realize that someone had infiltrated this place.
But Lynn