"When I asked her for help, she originally wanted to use the mysterious power inside me to offset some of the misfortune brought on by her writing. But something seemed to go wrong, leaving her under an even more intense gaze from Hell. She confined herself in the Alternate Dimension, and only that kept her from causing too much turmoil in Dark Night City."
"I wanted to help her, but she sent me out every time. It was hard for me to actually get close to her."
As he listened to Lynn's account, Sir Awen's expression slowly grew grave.
"Authority?"
He uttered that word.
After the Matriarch awakened, he had learned from her about this thing he had never understood before.
And the Music Box that had previously caused their curses to run rampant seemed to be the same sort of thing.
The broken Music Box had already been contained.
But it seemed that it was not the main body of that "Authority," merely some kind of derivative.
The most important piece of information he had received from the Matriarch was that using Authority would inevitably invite Hell's hostility and backlash. So when Number 002 began behaving abnormally, he had vaguely connected the two.
But only now did he begin to suspect that Number 002 might also be the manifestation of some kind of Authority.
After all, freely writing other people's actions was terrifying even in Hell.
Lynn nodded, his gaze deep. "The Authority of Fate. That's how she defines herself. Big Brother Awen, do you know something about it too?"
Sir Awen shook his head slightly and frowned. "I don't know much. I've only just learned that using Authority brings backlash from Hell. I used to think she was some unusual fallen object, so I didn't pay her much