Seeing the conversation taking a wrong turn, Sir Awen, who understood exactly what was going on, coughed to break the strange atmosphere and said thoughtfully:
"We can discuss this later. There's already been progress with the summoning incantation. Based on the feedback I've received since last night, creatures from at least fifteen worlds have successfully come into contact with the media I distributed containing the incantation. As long as we handle things properly from here, the Summoning Ritual in two days shouldn't have any major problems."
The Witch God Head narrowed her eyes and said maliciously, "So we really don't need to tell him about this?"
Sir Awen shook his head and said solemnly, "Let's wait until we have everything arranged. Otherwise, if he finds out that word of him being a 'perverted lolicon' has spread across all those worlds, he might really lose it. Then things will be difficult to wrap up."
The Origins nodded.
Although they still had plenty of disagreements,
at least on this matter, they could reach a consensus.
After all, compared to this whole "perverted lolicon" business, safely keeping him out of Hell's gaze two days from now was the truly urgent priority!
After all, compared to his life, what did a little damage to his reputation matter?
Meanwhile, in the middle of the Origins,
Lynn stood there, utterly bewildered (O_O)?, watching the Origins exchange glances without saying a single word. He was completely confused.
So.
Why did something feel off?
Why did it keep feeling like these family members of his were plotting something extremely nasty behind his back?
More importantly,
ever since last night, he had frequently been hearing system notifications that left him scratching his head.
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