"What, you're not clear on this part of the legend either? Fine."
Seeing Medici remain silent, Silas just smiled, didn't press further, and continued reading instead.
"Some of the ancient gods fell in their struggles with each other, while others, after the Creator of all things, the omniscient and omnipotent God awakened, had their authorities stripped away by Him..."
The Creator awakened again and took back the ancient gods' authorities?
Silas was somewhat surprised.
Then he noticed this section had a [Sun] annotation added, indicating that the first part was creation mythology while the latter was history that the City of Silver had actually experienced.
The City of Silver witnessed the Creator's revival?
Inside his body, Medici seemed to adjust his posture slightly. This guy was also seriously listening to what he was reading.
"Medici, as an angel, did you ever serve the Creator? Was it the original one, or the one who awakened?"
Silas asked with a smile.
In those chaotic visions, he'd once seen Medici conspiring with some great beings.
Their positions were supremely exalted, very likely also angels.
"...Where did you get this stuff?"
Medici spoke, but not to answer his question. Instead, he turned it around to interrogate him.
The records in the City of Silver's texts seemed to have shaken the Red Angel.
"You answer my question first."
Silas said, stroking that stack of parchments.
"...The awakened one."
Medici answered.
Though just a few brief words, it still clearly conveyed some information to him.
"That one was quite impressive, killing ancient gods and taking back their authorities."
Silas smiled, then answered Medici's question. "These texts of mine come from the City of Silver in the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods.' How about it, familiar with that name?"
"City of Silver? I've only heard of the Kingdom of Silver."
Medici sneered.
"Before the Cataclysm, that was indeed its name."
Silas said.
"But after that, their circumstances became extremely difficult, struggling to survive.
By now only very few people remain alive, so naturally the kingdom has become a city-state."
"Moreover, they still worship that Creator to this day."
"..."
Medici no longer sneered, but fell silent instead.
This guy's faith in that "Lord" is quite firm, even though he usually seems like an arrogant and unrestrained Hunter...
Silas thought to himself, lowering his head to flip through the texts again.
He read more stories from the Mythical Era, but Medici produced no feedback.
Gradually, he also lost patience and began concentrating fully on reading the texts, until one term appeared.
"When the Creator of all things, the omniscient and omnipotent God, gazed upon this world, He was surrounded by many angels.
Among them, the leaders of all angels, the Angel Kings closest to the divine throne, numbered eight in total... Among them, two Angel Kings held the titles 'Angel of Time' and 'Angel of Fate'..."
"Angel Kings?"
Silas was slightly stunned.
"There were eight in total... 'Tail Devourer' Ouroboros was one of them? The other 'Angel of Time' was very likely a divine offspring, Amon..."
Ouroboros was a blessed of the True Creator!
There was no doubt about this, because in His honorific name was the description "Blessed of the True Creator"!
Did Ouroboros change faiths, abandoning that Creator to follow an evil god, or has His faith never changed, and it was just that Creator who fell...
Silas forcibly suppressed his trembling and took a deep breath.
"Medici, did you manage to get a position as an Angel King?"
He asked with forced casualness, trying to extract some information from the Red Angel's mouth.
Unfortunately, the other party ignored him.
"Why so quiet all of a sudden?"
Silas pressed. "You're so devout to that Lord, didn't He even give you a title?"
Medici still didn't speak.
"Medici, what's the connection between that awakened Creator and the True Creator?"
Silas's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. "I can't shake the feeling that this… evil god is what He became after falling."
"Shut up."
Medici's voice was quiet, barely restrained.
"How pitiful," he murmured. "Even as the great Lord, He couldn't hold Himself back, ending up like this. And you, an angel, don't seem to care at all…"
Silas continued, intentionally pushing. He was deliberately provoking Medici, trying to unsettle him and stir up his emotions.
"Pff!"
He suddenly swayed, then cracks burst open on his body's surface, with deep crimson, almost rust-colored blood spurting out.
"Looks like I hit a nerve," Silas said with a smile, forcing himself to endure the pain.
Even though they worked together, he didn't hesitate to treat Medici this way.
After all, their personalities were both… terrible.
When he'd suffered greatly from splitting off a cowardly part of his personality, Medici had mocked him endlessly too, so right now he was just returning the favor.
"Do not question the Lord in my presence."
Medici said coldly.
"Is that so, even though He's already fallen to become an evil god?"
Silas didn't care, despite blood spurting all over his body.
Just as he was attempting the next round of provocation against the Red Angel, with a "creak," the captain's cabin door was pushed open from outside.
"Captain, I need to talk to you... Good God!"
Anderson walked in speaking, seemingly carrying some concerns on his mind.
When he saw Silas's current state with blood all over his body, he couldn't help but be startled.
"Calm down, I'm fine."
Silas waved his hand casually, putting away the parchments and also healing the wounds on his body.
He sat back in the captain's seat and looked at Anderson. "What is it, what's up?"
"I've been keeping something from you."
Anderson examined Silas carefully, and only after confirming multiple times that he was fine did he speak again.
"Before, our relationship wasn't that deep.
Now that I've become first mate on your ship, it wouldn't be appropriate not to say it..."
He laid some groundwork, then finally steeled himself and said bluntly, "Actually, I'm from the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom."
After saying it, he breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Silas somewhat nervously.
"I see. As expected."
But Silas didn't seem surprised or angry as he'd anticipated. Instead, he just nodded.
"You're not surprised?"
Anderson himself was somewhat surprised.
"Your mysticism knowledge is quite substantial, like you've had long-term education.
I'd already guessed you might have some organizational background."
Silas nodded.
He'd previously personally supervised Anderson's sacrifice ritual to Mr. Fool.
This guy's movements had been extremely practiced, clearly showing systematic training.
"Uh..."
Anderson felt like he'd been caught off guard. All the explanations he'd prepared were suddenly useless.
"Alright, tell me, why did you leave the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom?"
Seeing this, Silas took the initiative to open the topic.
"Ahem, because that church was just too oppressive, with classes every single day."
Anderson answered frankly. "I really couldn't stand it anymore..."
According to him, after communicating with the bishop, he left the church in a semi-detached manner, came to the free seas, and became one of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom's forces at sea.
In return, he would occasionally provide intelligence or assistance to the church.
"Of course, Captain, you don't need to worry that I'll betray you to the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom."
He made a joke that wasn't funny at all.
Even if you betrayed me, I wouldn't worry.
Silas thought to himself, but just nodded and said, "Got it."
"What about you, Captain?"
Anderson naturally asked, "What force is behind you?"
Me?
Silas was stunned.