Chapter 48: My Name is Lynn… Your Ancestor

Lynn waved his hand, decisively ending the conversation about his servant's "filial piety" (and the creepy zombie books).

"I came to see you for two main reasons."

Lynn clasped his hands behind his back and paced.

"First, to give you some maintenance. To prevent you from falling apart completely."

"Second..."

Lynn looked up. "Regarding that stupid girl Vivian—my descendant. I intend to tell her my identity directly. To prevent her from having any... unrealistic thoughts." "What do you think?"

Hearing this, the Sword Puppet was overjoyed. Master is going to reveal his identity to his descendant?!

He agreed wholeheartedly. Thinking back to the confession last night made his processor ache.

But as long as the Ancestor revealed his identity... As long as he told her face-to-face, "I am the Violet Monarch, your Great-Great-Great-Grandfather." Then that budding romance would surely be strangled in the cradle.

"Master, have you finally decided?"

Lynn nodded. "I thought it wasn't necessary before. But thinking about it, this is the fastest way to make that yellow-haired girl give up. The sooner this idea is cut off, the better."

Indeed. Being confessed to by his own descendant was already f*cked up. If she kept obsessing over him... Then his ancestral grave would really start smoking from friction.

After a long pause. The Sword Puppet coughed. Ahem. "Um... actually, Master. There is a saying I don't know if I should mention..."

"Speak!" Lynn glanced at him.

The Puppet said seriously, "They say blood ties dilute after three generations..." (Note: Implying incest is okay after 3 generations).

"..."

Bang. Bang. Bang. Crack. Boom. Whack.

"Master! Stop! Stop! I was just joking! Put down the chair!!" "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

[ Five Minutes Later ]

Lynn looked at the sobbing o(╥﹏╥)o, nearly dismantled Sword Puppet. He dusted off his hands calmly.

"Don't play these messy memes with me again. Understand? Or I'll beat you every time I see you!"

Puppet: o(╥﹏╥)o "Understood, Master."

Lynn shook his head. Then, he extended a hand. His fingertips flashed. Hummm. Rifts in space opened around him. Under the Puppet's stunned gaze, blocks of top-tier Mithril and Orichalcum floated out.

"Let me refurbish you first. Before you actually drop dead one day."

Lynn focused his mind. The divine metals began to warp and reshape, transforming into intricate gears and components. [ Skill: Magic Engineering - Grandmaster ]

When he was reborn, he didn't lose the treasures hidden in his personal dimension. Now, they came in handy.

The Sword Puppet watched with shock and joy. No forging required. Directly changing the shape and structure of matter with willpower. This is definitely not something a mortal can do.

Clearly, Master's strength was returning. Even if not at his peak, he was close!

Seeing his powerful Master return... He was so excited he almost cried again.

Instantly. Memories from a thousand years ago surfaced. Back when he was just a "kid" AI, looking up at that majestic figure with admiration.

"Ah! It hurts!" "F*ck..."

[ The Castle: Vivian's Bedroom ]

Vivian, wearing pajamas, sat dejectedly in front of her easel, staring at the sketch of the handsome boy.

Thinking about last night filled her with regret. She had been too impatient. Seeing the Male God made her lose her composure, leading to that stupid public confession.

"I really should have waited for a private moment to bonk him!" Vivian gripped the rusty mallet aggrievedly. With so many people around, even if I knocked him out, it would have been hard to carry him away.

But I didn't expect him to be Nanako's disciple. That must be a disguise to hide his identity.

"Too impulsive! Really too impulsive!" Vivian rested her chin on her hands, pouting and blowing at her bangs. Fuu.

"I don't know if I'll ever get another chance to see His Highness again." She sighed, feeling defeated.

Vivian stood up gloomily. She pulled down her shoulder strap, preparing to change clothes and go apologize to the Male God.

But just then. Hummm. Space rippled in her room.

Next second. Under Vivian's stunned gaze, two figures slowly materialized in her bedroom.

Seeing Vivian in a state of undress (shoulder exposed), Lynn immediately closed his eyes and coughed. "Vivian, I have something..."

"PERVERT!!" Vivian screamed.

Instinctively, she grabbed the mallet and hurled it toward the intruder. [ Skill: Ancestral Throw ]

WHIZZ——

Caught off guard. The hammer flew through the air. And hit Lynn squarely on the forehead. THWACK.

"..."

"..."

Brief silence.

Sword Puppet: (ΩДΩ) "MASTER!!"

Vivian froze. Then she saw the intruder's face clearly. "M-Male... Male God?!"

Clatter. The hammer fell from Lynn's head to the floor.

Lynn took a deep breath. "Vivian... don't throw hammers at people's heads... It can really kill someone..."

Vivian gulped. "Your Highness... are... are you okay?"

Lynn smiled faintly. "Heh. How could I have a problem?"

Hic. Lynn’s head tilted back. [ Stun Enchantment Triggered ] Foam poured out of his mouth. [ Status: Unconscious (x2) ]

"MASTER!!" "YOUR HIGHNESS!!"

Vivian screamed.

[ Ten Minutes Later ]

Lynn sat on a chair, head wrapped in bandages, staring with dead-fish eyes. If he hadn't specifically increased his Stun Resistance after last night's incident... He might not have woken up this time.

Vivian stood before him, head lowered, face burning red. She twisted the hem of her skirt like a child who made a mistake.

"Your Highness... I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."

Lynn took a deep breath. "It seems you practiced this... Being knocked out once was bad luck. But I didn't expect to be knocked out a second time..."

Vivian blushed. "Sorry, Your Highness. Because Mom said the Ancestral Craft cannot be lost, so accuracy must be perfect... Vivian has practiced since childhood!"

Fck! You actually practiced?!* Lynn felt a phantom pain in his balls. What kind of Ancestral Craft is this?! I, the Ancestor, never knew about this!

Vivian’s face was bright red, her heart pounding. "Your Highness, did you come specifically to see Vivian?" Then she turned her head in confusion. "And why is Grandpa Sword Puppet here too?"

Lynn took a deep breath. He knew it was time to tell her the truth. He sat up straight, looking at Vivian seriously.

"Vivian. You still don't know my name, do you?"

Vivian froze. Her small face flushed. The Male God suddenly became serious! So handsome! So cool! (?ω?)

Speaking to me in such a serious tone... is he going to announce something officially?

Like: "Remember my name, Vivian. From now on, your fish pond belongs to me!"

Or: "Heh. It can't be helped. Since you knocked me out twice, I have no choice but to be with you."

Countless cheesy romance novel lines flashed through Vivian's brain.

But in the next second.

"My name is Lynn. Vivian."

Abandoned

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