Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 19 The Dukes' Council of the Tudor Empire

It turns out that Peter Pan's potion cannot be concocted by anyone other than Rosen himself.

After at least three repeated experiments, the Red Angel was still unable to successfully concoct the Peter Pan potion from the corresponding materials, even though every step of His work was exactly the same as Rosen's.

In the hands of the Red Angel, these materials are simply soaked together without changing their form into a potion.

"As expected..." Rosen wasn't surprised by the result; he had already had a premonition about this when he was concocting the Peter Pan potion:

The "father" path is a path that only he can take, or rather, this path exists only for him.

"...Satisfied?" Medici, who had cooperated with Rosen in three experiments, put down the beaker in his hand. He looked at the divine child in front of him who seemed to have no intention of hiding his special nature from him, and curled his lips, saying, "You trust me quite a bit." His tone was slightly sarcastic, but it was unclear who he was mocking.

"Because I believe that His Excellency the Red Angel will not betray me," Rosen replied with a smile. Of course, he was deliberately showing this to Medici. Revealing some secrets appropriately would help bring the two of them closer.

As for whether Medici would tell the Sun God about this, Rosen didn't really care.

He's already special enough to the Sun God, so he's not afraid of being even more special.

"Heh, little brat, you have a nice way of talking." Medici chuckled, seemingly not believing Rosen's nonsense at all, but his previously tense posture relaxed a bit.

The Red Angel then asked, "Shall we go find Amon next?"

"No rush, let's go to the library first to find out the history of this world, and give Amon a surprise before we leave," Rosen said with a smile.

……

Three days later, the Tudor Empire—

This is a meeting.

Amon, who was dressed formally and rather seriously, sat on his chair with some boredom, studying the patterns on the table as if there was something worth studying.

To His right is Bethel, sitting upright and always looking as if he could be buried at any moment, reporting something to the other party. To His left is Antigonus, who appears to be listening attentively but is actually secretly playing with his own tail.

Besides the three grand dukes, at the head of the long table sat a man with striking features and a face as if cleaved by a knife. His clothes were magnificent and possessed an asymmetrical beauty. He wore a black crown and was quietly listening to Bethel's report. At first glance, he seemed perfectly normal, but his black eyes held an undeniable madness and chaos.

Without a doubt, this person is the Blood Emperor of the Tudor Empire. He joined forces with Adam and Amon to cook the Medici hotpot. On the surface, he is Adam's obedient son, but in reality, he secretly conspired with the Primordial Witch and almost synthesized the madman Arista Tudor, the Little Primordial Creator.

At this moment, Bethel was reporting on an incident that occurred three days prior. The fight between Adam, Medici, Amon, and Rosen was quite a spectacle, and given that the participants were all acquaintances, Tudor was naturally aware of it.

In fact, after Bethel brought Adam back that day, Mr. Men, who was still quite conscientious at his job, had already reported to Tudor once, but that time it was a private report, while this time it was a public discussion.

"Amon, do you have anything to add?" After Bethel finished explaining what he knew, Tudor looked at Amon, who was idly studying the patterns on the edge of the table, and asked.

"I have nothing to add, Your Majesty." Amon finally raised his head. He was used to dealing with half-mad gods, so he didn't choose to beat around the bush, but instead chose to frankly deceive them.

"But I heard that among those involved in this matter is a newly appeared angel, is that your brother?" Tudor was not easily fooled and actually asked. His speech was not fast, but rather slow, and carried a heavy sense of majesty.

"Rosen is indeed my brother, but we're not close." Amon nodded, adjusted his monocle, and chuckled as he spouted nonsense.

"In fact, Rosen disappeared a long time ago. I guess he was kidnapped by those enemies who hated my father. I used to think he was dead, but I never imagined he was still alive."

"Can we fight together even though we're not familiar with each other?" Tudor pointed out the loophole in His words. Although he was mostly crazy, the Blood Emperor was clearly not so easy to fool when he was occasionally sober.

"Your Majesty, haven't you ever genuinely wanted to beat Adam up?" Amon asked Tudor calmly, even with a puzzled expression.

These words caused Tudor to fall into an eerie silence. His gaze involuntarily turned to Adam, who was sitting quietly opposite Amon, and he suddenly felt an itch to touch him.

I really want to punch someone!

Thudor admitted that he was persuaded by Amon, and that he often felt a strong urge to beat Adam up.

In fact, not only Adam, but Thudor often had the heartfelt desire to beat up every single one of his angelic subordinates, though he had actually beaten some of them, and not others.

After all, sometimes they can be really infuriating.

Under normal circumstances, Tudor might have chosen to tolerate it out of reason, but He is now a madman, so He cannot tolerate it and will beat whoever He wants.

Thinking of this, Tudor's gaze fell on Antigonus, who was playing with his tail. He suddenly coughed heavily, and the latter's beautiful tail spontaneously combusted.

This startled Antigonus, who quickly extinguished the flames on his tail, looked at Tudor with some confusion, and couldn't help but glare at Amon.

He didn't quite understand why, when Tudor was clearly being deceived by Amon, it was the innocent Him who was injured.

"No daydreaming during meetings," Tudor answered, then paused and added, "Besides, your tail is too symmetrical."

Antigonus glanced down at his burnt-out tail, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, don't you really think there's something wrong with your aesthetic sense?"

He, Antigonus, was not some easily bullied little wolf; following Thudor did not mean unconditionally obeying him.

At the very least, He would never acknowledge the other person's aesthetic sense.

Tudor looked at Him without saying anything, but the next second He appeared beside Antigonus, and the giant sword formed of flames in his hand slashed at the opponent, splitting him in two.

However, Antigonus, who had been split in two, then turned into a paper figure, clearly having anticipated Tudor's sudden attack.

Then the two started fighting.

The others in the conference room were unfazed by this scene and simply waited calmly for Tudor to finish beating Antigonus.

There's nothing we can do about it; this kind of thing happens almost every few days, and everyone's gotten used to it.