The Painter said nothing. Even as he left, she did not say a single word.
No affirmation.
No denial, either.
But after everything he had encountered along the way, as his understanding of the calamity's present essence deepened, even he had no confidence that he could separate that Great Lord from it.
Because, in a sense, that Great Lord had long since become the calamity's most essential component. He... was the part of the Lord of the End that represented order.
Lynn did not get the answer he wanted.
He left.
Once again, he transformed into a soaring raven and plunged into the river of time and history.
Yet just before he left, he still heard the words she offered him.
"If I did anything, I'm sorry."
But when he looked back at her, there was already no one there.
"Brain, which point in time should we go to next?"
Zuo Zuo asked with a Ծ‸Ծ expression.
"Did you understand my discussion with the Painter just now?"
"Hmph, (￣^￣) of course I didn't!"
"..."
All right.
Admitting her shortcomings so frankly in that haughty tone was enough to show how much his Zuo Zuo had improved! She was no longer that useless left hand who pretended to understand things she didn't!
Lynn beat his wings, soaring toward the more distant past, and said:
"The Time War is synchronized. From the moment this war began, every attack they make on the past will manifest in history. Whether they split up to attack or set another trap for us, we have to face them head-on and keep them out of history!"
The vast River of Time was reflected in Lynn's eyes, and for him, this war had only just begun.
But he also knew.
This war would never end.
Because