"So how are you planning to send me back this time?"
Lin En put on the Ring, then glanced at Tyrael and the Mother. With a thought, the gem on the Ring lit up and drew them both inside.
It was extraordinarily handy.
"Are you going to teleport me like last time?"
Lin En asked.
Firstborn shook his head and took the blue Emblem Lin En had seen once before from inside his clothes.
"No. The pieces of Origin Substance I used to send you back last time would have trouble breaking through space here. The Spirit Realm of the Eighth Layer isn't somewhere you can enter and leave freely through ordinary means. I used a special method to teleport here myself. So to get you back, I'll have to take you to my place first, then teleport you from there. That will keep the risks to a minimum."
He had obtained the Emblem in his hand from the Ice Lord's Gods' Families.
Through that key, they could descend directly into the God's Domain of the Eighth Layer.
That was a privilege exclusive to them.
"Take me back to your place?"
Lin En hesitated.
"You're not going to refuse to let me go, lock me in a dark little room, and subject me to degrading abuse and bullying, are you?"
"..."
A brief silence followed.
(꒪Д꒪)
Firstborn's brain crashed, leaving his mind utterly blank. For a long time, he couldn't get a word out.
"Uh... no..."
Clearly, he had never considered anything of the sort.
After all, although he was the Tyrant's Vessel, he had received a good education and was quite a gentleman. Locking someone in a dark room and screwing them was something he had yet to grasp.
How did he even come up with that?
"Good, then."