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Medici abruptly fell silent halfway through his sentence. Klein hurriedly turned his head and met the silver-haired child's eyes.
He blurted out in astonishment, "Angel of Fate!"
There had been no warning, no giant serpent biting its own tail appearing out of thin air, nor any of the chaotic scenarios Klein had imagined in which Medici stormed into the City of Silver to demand an explanation. The Angel of Fate simply appeared before Klein and Medici.
Ouroboros seemed to notice Klein because of his voice, but did not look at him, merely tilting his head in Klein's direction.
"Great Serpent, it's only been a year since your Reboot. How have you grown so big?"
Medici had already recalled the reports the Aurora Order had given him. The Angel of the Holy Word, who roamed the Forsaken Land of the Gods, had reported Ouroboros's approximate Reboot date and exact birthday. He was not yet a year old, but already looked like a child of six or seven.
Each month counted as almost a year.
Klein instinctively compared their heights-after becoming a Scholar of Yore, he had grown a little taller and now stood around 1.8 meters, a little under half a head shorter than the Red Angel. Yet Ouroboros, standing opposite him, already reached almost to his chest.
"So this is what inheriting Giant blood does for your height..." Klein was momentarily speechless, recalling something Sun had once mentioned.
The average height of those under eighteen in the City of Silver was 1.8 meters.
Medici was a little surprised, but not all that surprised. He had long anticipated such a development.
Back in the Third Epoch, whenever the Angel of Fate Rebooted, he would find a devout married couple, then slowly grow up in a safe environment, displaying extraordinary piety