"Are you… perhaps one of the Transmigrators?"
The mont I asked, Trickster went still and for a brief second, he stared at as if genuinely dumbfounded and then he burst into laughter.
"…? A transmigrator…?" He held his stomach, as though even laughing had beco painful. "My dear successor, I am far from being one of those as I existed in this world long before this civilization even took its first proper step."
Hmm, so he wasn't a transmigrator who sohow transmigrated far into the past and beca a God.
That's a good thing I guess.
So I decided to ask the question I had suspected from the very beginning.
"Don't tell … are you ?" I asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
It was a logical thought.
I felt an odd sense of trust toward him and if that wasn't because of so skill or myth he possessed, then maybe… Maybe it was because he had once been .
…Though, I doubted I would ever stoop to whatever level this guy was on but then, Trickster's expression turned serious and his smile froze.
"How…? How did you find that out?" His voice lost all playfulness. "You weren't supposed to know… at least not at this point."
"No… no… no, I need to erase your mories now."
His words made my heart pound.
Was that real…?
Was he actually …?
But then my expression twisted into a frown.
"Tsk… can't you answer seriously even once?"
It took a whole full mont to realize that the bastard was joking. Even a toddler would suspect that possibility and I had rely asked a question, if he truly didn't want to know, he would've responded differently instead of practically giving it away.
Which ant…
He had been ssing with .
His smile returned as he looked at with his half-distorted face.
"No, I am not you from so distant future or forgotten past, my successor." He muttered. "That would have been far too boring an outco, don't you think?"
What the…?
Is this guy calling boring?
"Who are you calling boring, huh?" I shot back.
He chuckled softly and explained calmly.
"I'm not calling you boring. I'm saying the outco of you being is boring as a narrative and if this were a story… I wouldn't even bother reading it."
I shook my head but didn't follow it anymore because there was sothing more important to ask and I could feel ti running out as his body was increasingly growing transparent.
"What did you an earlier when you said everything had shifted beyond your control…?"
Trickster looked up at the sky.
"I had foreseen a possibility long ago but from what I can see now… that possibility is no longer viable and even the novel you followed can no longer be trusted, not that you should have trusted it in the first place."
His calm eyes returned to , his face still smiling like a fool.
"So what I'm saying is this… trust only yourself, Rael because even the things you believe you understand have beco far more complicated than they were ever ant to be."
"What do you an?" I asked imdiately.
But that bastard only chuckled.
"I would have loved to stay for so more ti and tease you a bit more but it seems my ti to vanish is here..."
Trickster's body began dissolving into particles of light but before he disappeared completely, his expression turned faintly lancholic as he looked at .
"Don't repeat my mistakes, Rael and if you ever et the one who taught , which I'm certain you will one day, give him a nice little whack for ."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"Though that might be impossible for you as he will be far stronger… and far more arrogant than I am."
He bowed like a magician finishing his final act.
"In any case, stay alive, Rael… and always stay smiling."
With those last words and a loud last chuckle, his body vanished completely as the scenes around shifted as well.
I didn't know why but I could feel sothing within shifting slightly just like it did with every eting I had with him.
He didn't give much information, nor did he grant any miraculous powers but I had to admit, no matter how annoying that guy was, I couldn't help but trust him.
But in a world where even trust could be induced by skills and myths, I didn't know how much I could trust it.
anwhile, the mory landscape began dissolving bit by bit as I could see far into the distance, the Trickster's shadow he had left behind a while ago was vanishing alongside little Winter, as Eidolon's eyes slowly turned lifeless.
He patted Winter, who cried violently, with a smile.
Only once the Trickster's shadow vanished completely with Winter did Eidolon's body collapse onto the ground lifelessly and yet his face held a wide smile as if death wasn't worth noting as long as his son was alive.
But the mont his body touched the ground everything turned into a pitch-black void and then I saw a figure appear within the darkness, staring at with confusion and awe in his eyes.
The man seed familiar.
Why wouldn't he?
I an after all, I was trapped inside his mories.
Eidolon.
He stood before with a transparent body, most likely his soul, a thin golden thread erging from his chest and connecting directly to mine.
"Who are you…?"
He muttered, his voice cautious.
"Are you the reaper, by any chance…?"
From his reaction alone, I was certain this guy had no idea how much ti had passed. Maybe to him, it was probably like falling asleep at one mont, only to wake up here in front of a complete stranger with a golden thread connecting them.
Now normally, I was a humble, benevolent and respectful guy who knew to reply properly to elders especially those who could obliterate with a sneeze using their demigod-level power but right now, I couldn't say a word because a status window was flickering in front of … urging not to focus on anything else but it.
I read it again and again but no matter how many tis I did, it just didn't make sense.
[Do you wish to accept Eidolon as your Assistant?]
"What the fuck…?"
The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even control them, catching even Eidolon by surprise.
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