Mystery: Chaos Path

“I want to!” Little Amon nodded immediately.

“Then come with me…” Medici beckoned to Little Amon.

Little Amon jumped off the sofa excitedly and followed Medici into the kitchen.

So, that evening—

When Roland and Klein had tidied up the house and sat down at the dining table for dinner, they noticed that today's dinner seemed slightly different from usual.

“Are the colors of some of the dishes a bit darker today?” Roland pinched his chin, scrutinizing the dishes on the table, and voiced his doubts.

“I tried some new methods today.” Medici sat on the chair with his arms crossed, answering.

“I feel like there’s a conspiracy.” Roland blinked, not immediately reaching for his chopsticks.

Klein, beside him, didn't think so much, picked up a chopstick of food and stuffed it into his mouth. His movements paused, and he chewed as if nothing was wrong. After a few seconds, Klein turned to look at Roland and said, “I don’t feel anything wrong.”

“…Do I look easy to fool?” Roland glanced at him speechlessly, already certain that there was definitely something wrong with today’s meal, and picked up his coffee for a sip.

The next second— “Pfft!”

“Seriously, who put salt in my coffee, and in a lethal dose?” Roland put down his coffee, pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, feeling bitter and astringent.

“I made it.” Little Amon proudly raised his hand at this moment and said, “Red Mommy said coffee tastes better with salt. Brother Jack, don’t you like it?”

Roland: …

Roland looked at Little Amon, then at Medici, and finally asked sincerely, “So, what’s wrong with the dishes?”

“I put a lot of sugar.” Little Amon said proudly, “Sugar is delicious, I like it! Brother Klein likes sweet things, I like it!”

Klein: …

The two victims exchanged a glance, and Klein suddenly said, “I remember Amon turned himself into a child to develop humanity?”

Roland nodded.

Klein then asked a question that struck the soul: “If this continues, won’t He grow up crooked?”

Roland showed a thoughtful expression, shrugged after a few seconds, and said, “It doesn’t matter, He’s already crooked anyway. We can’t be blamed if we can’t straighten Him out.”

Klein: …

That makes so much sense.

“What’s wrong?” Azik, who was a little late for dinner because he had some things to deal with, came down from the second floor and asked, puzzled, looking at the silent dining table.

Klein and Roland exchanged a glance. The former was about to remind him when Roland quickly covered his mouth, and the latter said, “It’s nothing, we’re just discussing Little Amon’s education.”

Hearing this, Azik’s expression wasn’t surprising. His gaze fell on Little Amon, and he shook his head, thinking of Medici’s coaxing of the other party, and said, “I felt it was inappropriate before. If you want to raise a normal child, proper guidance is essential… Huh?”

Azik’s voice stopped abruptly because he had tasted the pea soup closest to him. The sweetness that instantly filled his lungs made Azik’s eyebrows furrow.

“Sorry, Mr. Azik, I didn’t remind you. The dishes and tea tonight have all been processed by Little Amon.” Klein said quickly, feeling a little embarrassed and guilty.

Actually, he might not have been able to break free just now, but for a moment, Klein was curious about Mr. Azik’s reaction when he ate these dishes, so he hesitated for a second and didn’t make it in time.

“…It’s okay.” Azik shook his head helplessly, his gaze falling on Little Amon again.

Even if the latter was ignorant, he should have noticed something was wrong at this time, with a slightly uneasy expression, but besides the uneasiness, there was also a kind of excitement like a prank succeeded.

This made Azik sigh, raise his hand and rub Little Amon’s head, and said in a gentle voice, “It’s okay, Little Amon, it’s not your fault. Just promise uncle, don’t do this again next time, okay?”

“…Okay.” Little Amon nodded slightly awkwardly.

“Good child.” Azik smiled gently, then looked at the others and said, “Perhaps we can slightly change our education policy for Little Amon in the future. I don’t think anyone would want us to teach a being more evil than the Celestial Worthy, right?”

…

“Azik is still reliable! Although Red is very suitable as a nanny, he’s really not good at teaching children.” While Roland, wearing the Lucifer vest, was sighing in his heart, while the Jack’s villa was having a new round of discussion on the education policy for Little Amon, he knocked on the door of a certain Dr. Allen's house.

“Sir, what can I do for you?” Dr. Allen looked at the stranger at the door in confusion.

“Hello, I’m looking for Will.” Roland opened his mouth with a smile.

Without error, one first, one issue, one inside, one content, one look, one look!

Allen’s expression suddenly became confused, and he said, “What Will? There is no Will here. Who are you?”

In Allen’s current perception, he hasn’t connected his recent misfortunes with Will, so he didn’t recall a certain patient for a while.

“Then I probably got the wrong address. Sorry to bother you, sir.” Roland wasn’t surprised by this. He didn’t really expect to ask about Will’s whereabouts directly.

The reason why Roland appeared here, and the reason why he asked so straightforwardly, was mainly to pass a message to Will, who is now nowhere to be found—I am looking for you. If you are willing, you can come out and meet me.

Roland wasn’t afraid that Will wouldn’t receive this information. After all, Allen has now established a certain connection with Will. It would be strange if the Mercury Snake didn’t notice this kind of thing that concerns himself.

“It’s okay.” Hearing Roland say this, Dr. Allen didn’t care about anything, shook his head, and asked enthusiastically, “Are you in a hurry to find this person? Do you need my help? I’m quite familiar with this area.”

“Thank you, sir, but no need.” Roland declined with a smile, then chose to say goodbye.

He then found a nearby coffee shop, asked for a private room, and was stunned after seeing a report on a newspaper provided to guests about the upcoming “Roselle Memorial Exhibition”.

“I almost forgot about Roselle’s matter…” Roland’s expression was subtle for a few seconds, and he was rarely a little embarrassed, then turned into full of interest: “Then simply arrange for Him and Bernadette to meet during this Roselle Memorial Exhibition, I think, why not give Huang Beibei a [Rising from the Coffin] surprise?”

Roland was thinking about how to make the reunion of Roselle and his daughter more memorable when he suddenly noticed something and tilted his head.

He saw a seven- or eight-year-old boy sitting across from him, eating the ice cream Roland had specially ordered without any politeness, and commenting while eating:

“I don’t really like the ice cream here, it’s a bit too sweet.”

I wish you all a happy new year, and I will take a day off tomorrow.