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After watching the Outer Deity leave the manor, the True Creator thought for a moment and summoned Medici with a divine revelation.
The leisurely Red Angel entered the office with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, then casually offered him another:
"Lord, you called?"
The True Creator almost reached out to take it. Considering his current image and dignity, he gestured with his eyes instead, and Medici placed the cigarette on the desk before him.
"Sit."
"Has the Iron and Blood Cross Order begun praying to you?"
Medici moved his chair closer to the desk and took a drag, displaying rare manners by not blowing smoke into anyone's face. "They have."
"Tony Dawn is a brat suited to being a vanguard. He's young, but his thinking is as antiquated as a knight from the previous epoch. Just dangle honor and praise like carrots, and he'll gallop forward. His personal guards are also young fellows who see war as glory, yearning for heroic sacrifice and a place in history. Who on the Hunter Pathway today could have a more impressive record than the 'God of War'? Winning them over wasn't difficult."
"Their leader, Gaston Raymond, is the truly excellent Conspirer. Once Tony Dawn and his little friends submitted to me, Gaston Raymond immediately pledged his allegiance. He was even one Sequence higher than I was then... Lord, I need to teach that smart-ass brat a lesson. When will you allow me to return to Sequence One?"
The True Creator replied, "Not yet."
His passive penchant for speaking in riddles seemed to have suddenly activated, but after restraining himself for a while, the True Creator added an explanation.
"In your current state, you would struggle to deal with the mental imprint in that Beyonder characteristic."
Medici immediately understood. "That bastard Alista