He stormed into the Sanctuary, itching to slam a dunk onto that bastard Lynn's head.
But the awakened Lynn only gave him a smile.
"Thank you for all your hard work."
Looking at the figure on the Throne, seeing that the Lynn he had once known hadn't rushed over to mock and needle him with that obnoxious grin, Clown could only draw his head back sheepishly and sit down on the floor.
"You... you've changed so much."
It wasn't that he was worse now. Clown knew people always grew. In fact, for a long time, whenever he thought of the Great Lord's wise, commanding face being stuck on this fellow, he had seethed with anger, just like many of the Jailers. In their hearts, their Great Lord had been a true King, nothing like that twisted, ridiculous boy from Hell.
But when he truly watched that boy gradually become what he had imagined, he found he couldn't feel happy at all.
Yes.
Lynn, too, had now become a true King.
He had even gone further than the Great Lord, because the Great Lord had never truly been able to remain in the New World he had fought so desperately to create.
But...
Why did it hurt just a little?
Because in his memories, Lynn was supposed to be the way he had been before: bursting into laughter without warning, shamelessly making others take the blame for his own embarrassing antics, and even viciously beating people up and playing tricks on them for no reason with a (▼皿▼#) look on his face.
He felt a little dazed.
"Once someone grows up and matures, it's hard to go back, isn't it?"
Still, Lynn gave him a warm welcome. Even his usual practice of only awakening during wartime was set aside for Clown's