blogombal Chapter 113 The Black Emperor Solomon
Chapter 113 The Black Emperor Solomon
Chapter 113 The Black Emperor Solomon
"You seem to care about Him as much as ever." Amon clearly understood the reason behind Rosen's series of actions, and pushed up his monocle, speaking meaningfully.
"Actually, I care about you a lot too, Amon!" Rosen looked at him with a smile and said seriously, "So, do you want to go back together? Second Uncle will definitely be very happy that you're willing to go back for a family reunion dinner."
"The true creator is not Sasriel, I thought you knew that," Amon said, his smile fading slightly.
"I have a different perspective on this," Rosen said with a smile, his expression unchanged. "He's just gone mad, but it's not like he doesn't love you anymore, Amon. Why deny it?"
Although Rosen also believed that different personalities meant different existences, he was not as extreme as Amon, who thought that if someone wasn't 100% his father, then he wasn't his father. In Rosen's view, as long as a person's personality remained dominant, then he was still the same person.
Therefore, Rosen acknowledges that the true creator is still Sasriel, only he has gone mad. However, he does not believe that Adam is the same as the sun god, as the difference in their personalities is too great to be considered the same.
Upon hearing Rosen's words, Amon paused, his hand gripping his monocle, his eyes lowered, and he said, "Do you really think a mad god can still possess love?"
"Why can't it be? Twisted love is still love!" Rosen said, casually placing his hand on Amon's shoulder and smiling. "Besides, I thought you knew that since I've brought this up, you definitely wouldn't refuse. I might not be confident catching others, but catching you is a breeze; after all, we're the twins of thieves!"
Amon's expression froze. He looked up at Rosen and said through gritted teeth, "You're still as shameless as ever."
"Thank you for the compliment, I'll keep it up." Rosen gave a humble and shy smile, then lowered his eyes, his voice softening as if coaxing a child, "Besides, after so long, don't you want to have a meal with your brother? I'm your last remaining family member in this world!"
"—Ha!" Amon was uncharacteristically silent for a few seconds, then sneered and slapped Rosen's hand away, saying irritably, "Don't you know how you became my brother?"
Rosen laughed, a bright smile tinged with smugness, and said, "But you can't deny that I really am your brother!"
Amon didn't speak this time, it's unclear whether he acquiesced or was simply too lazy to say anything.
Rosen stopped teasing Him and led the group back to the territory of the True Creator. There they saw that the True Creator, who had been missing, had returned, with another person beside him.
"Who?"
He was a tall man with black hair and eyes of the same color, which were rare in the Northern Continent. He wore a magnificent robe that was symmetrical in every way, but it did not look messy. Instead, it was very beautiful. He had a very dignified aura, and people could tell at a glance that he was an absolute superior.
Clearly, this imposing middle-aged man is the Black Emperor Solomon, the emperor of the First and Second Solomon Empires, and an ally of the True Creator.
"Don't do anything, it's just that my children have returned." The true Creator clearly sensed something as well, and spoke up in time, while reaching out to press down the hand that Solomon had raised beside him.
Then the true creator looked at Rosen and the others. When His gaze fell on Amon next to Rosen, He was clearly taken aback.
Rosen then spoke enthusiastically, "Second Uncle, I brought Amon back to see you! Let's have tangyuan (sweet rice balls) tonight, I have some really fun ideas!"
As he spoke, he deliberately nudged Amon sitting next to him and said with a smile, "Amon, don't you have anything to say?"
Amon was forced to take a half step forward. He first glared at Rosen in annoyance before looking at the true creator.
The father and son, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, looked at each other at this moment, and sad music began to play, accompanied by someone softly singing: "—Time, time, please slow down, don't let you grow old anymore—"
"Enough!" Amon finally couldn't hold back and delivered an elbow strike, which was easily caught by someone.
"Amon, you've changed. You're not as fun as you were when you were little. You used to play music with me." Rosen shook his head with a grin.
Amon sneered, then looked at the True Creator, adjusted his monocle, and said, "I didn't want to come, but someone insisted I come, so here I am."
The true Creator was silent for a moment; He seemed to sigh, or perhaps He didn't.
He said, "I know."
"He thinks you're Sasriel, but I don't think so," Amon said again, showing no mercy.
The true creator seemed unsurprised by this, simply saying, "I know."
"I despise you, true creator," Amon suddenly sneered.
"I know." The True Creator nodded, still gazing at Amon, and asked calmly, "Since we're having glutinous rice balls tonight, what flavor would you like?"
At this moment, Amon tightened his monocle on his face, staring intently at the true creator, his eyes seemingly blazing with anger. He said, "That's what I hate most about you."
What He hates most is when the other party is clearly a fake, yet is infinitely close to the real thing.
"I know."
The True Creator lowered his eyes and said.
"Ha!" Amon laughed out loud at this moment, but his emotions were hard to read. Before his emotions could explode further, Rosen put his hand on Amon's shoulder.
"Sigh!" Rosen rarely sighed. He shook his head, looked at Amon and then at the True Creator, and said to the True Creator first, "For tonight's glutinous rice balls, we plan to do something different. Simply put, everyone will add different fillings to the glutinous rice balls according to their own ideas, and then cook them all in one pot. Let's see who has the best luck."
The True Creator paused for half a second upon hearing this suggestion, then asked tactfully, "Are you really planning to do this?"
"Of course!" Rosen nodded vigorously.
"Don't waste food." That's all the true Creator could say in the end.
"Don't worry, the first rule of this food war is not to waste food. Otherwise, if you don't eat it and I don't eat it, it's no fun," Rosen said with a smile.
"Whatever makes you happy." What else can the true Creator say? They can only choose to obey.
Rosen then looked at Amon, but did not speak immediately, remaining silent.
"————What exactly do you want to say?" He had been silent for so long that Amon couldn't help but ask impatiently.
"It's precisely because you don't know what to say that you fall silent!" Rosen chuckled and shrugged, then looked at Amon and said, "I can't offer you any advice on your father's matter."