Fight the Original

Knowing you, if I agreed, I might really end up becoming an avatar. Neph took a breath and smiled.

"I'm not your avatar."

Without waiting for Amon to speak, she immediately asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Her whole manner said to get to the point. Obvious disappointment appeared on Amon's face. He withdrew his hand, and the two avatars vanished where they stood. Only then did he explain why he had come.

"I met that Paranoid."

"You only just met him?" Neph froze for a moment. "I thought you'd met him ages ago-"

"Heh." Amon scoffed. "That fellow hides in the Sea of Collective Subconscious and refuses to see anyone. The one hanging on the mountaintop is easier to meet."

H-hanging on the mountaintop... Neph swallowed and edged backward.

Watching her, Amon raised his voice, letting his delight show. "Scared already? Weren't you quite bold before? You even asked me-"

He drew out the last syllable. Neph raised her hands to cover her ears, but his voice still slipped through her fingers.

"Seduce my father-"

Neph lowered her hands impassively. Looking at her wooden expression, Amon asked leisurely, "I'm very curious. That father of mine whom I supposedly seduced-is he-"

The Child of God paused, watching Neph with a smile. His next words struck her mind like a thunderbolt.

"-the Fool?"

The Beastskin Lantern gave off a faint glow, illuminating Neph's already pale face. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Only the Child of God's voice continued to echo relentlessly in her mind.

"My father told me that, at least in his memories, he never split off a third self, and there was absolutely no possibility of him splitting off a 'Fool.'

"However, he really does know this 'Fool.' In the Epoch, just after he left the