Sir Awen's voice came through gritted teeth. "Of course I saw it, but you also drew in an even more troublesome opponent! Don't get bogged down fighting. Come back to me right now. I have a way to deal with the mastermind behind the Plague Doctors!"
"No problem! I'll be right there!"
Lynn said no more. He immediately adjusted his course, swiftly piloting his little Fiancée as he turned toward the bloody battle between the four Origins.
Massive explosions kept erupting around him.
The battlefield had descended into unprecedented chaos.
"Brother Awen, tell me the truth! Who exactly is that Origin in the sky?! Is she really the mastermind who's been controlling the Plague Doctors all along?!"
Lynn shouted amid the storm, trailing sparks and lightning all the way.
Sir Awen gritted his teeth and spoke into Lynn's mind. "Yes. A Fallen Angel. But so far, no one has ever truly seen what she looks like, and no one knows exactly what she is. And unless I'm mistaken, this should also be the first time in thousands of years that she's openly appeared before the world!"
But Lynn instantly picked up on what Sir Awen was concealing.
Lynn said gravely, "Stop hiding it from me, Brother Awen. Tell me the truth. Is that Fallen Angel in the sky, the Overlord behind the Plague Doctors, actually our Matriarch?!"
The moment he said those words-
He could clearly feel a tremor in Sir Awen's consciousness, linked to his own.
Then came a long silence.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said solemnly, "Am I right? There never was some mastermind. Everything actually originated with our exalted Matriarch. Neither the Night Doctors nor the Plague Doctors are the traitors they accuse each other of being. They simply chose two different ideals of the Matriarch's: