The discussion regarding Mokona seemed poised to conclude, at least in Lin Luo’s view. Since Konoe Eon had already consented to his relationship with Mokona, and didn't seem to mind the concept of polygamy, there was no need to dwell on it further. At most, he would offer a brief explanation before taking Mokona away from this world.

But to Lin Luo’s surprise, Konoe Eon’s expression suddenly turned serious. He spoke in a deep voice, "Teacher Lin Luo, I have one final question I must ask you. Who, exactly, are you?"

"Uh..." Lin Luo froze. Answering this question was incredibly difficult. Who was he? A human? A representative on the Land of the Gods? A future demigod? A planar traveler? Whether he told the truth or not, the latter options would either shock them or make them think he was insane. But refusing to answer seemed improper, considering the man had essentially handed over his daughter and was fine with multiple wives and concubines. Where else could one find such an open-minded father-in-law?

"I am from another world," Lin Luo offered a vague answer, though it wasn't entirely a lie.

"From another world? Indeed..." Konoe Eon was momentarily stunned, then nodded slightly. Lin Luo’s answer was bizarre, but not enough to shock him. After all, the material world and the magical world were already two distinct realms; it wasn't impossible for Lin Luo to hail from a third world they knew nothing about, especially since they already had someone like Chō-Rinne, a person from the future.

"Then, will you be taking Mokona away?" This was what concerned Konoe Eon the most.

"Yes." At this point, Lin Luo no longer concealed anything, stating seriously, "Though I am apologetic, this is necessary regardless. For the good of your world, and for Mokona’s own safety, she must leave this world with me. I cannot guarantee when I can bring her back, but I can promise that as long as I live, I will not let her come to harm."

Although Konoe Eon couldn't grasp the precise reasons, he sensed something in Lin Luo’s tone. He said gravely, "Are your enemies more formidable than the Creator?"

This was another difficult question to answer. Lin Luo pondered for a moment. Estimating based on his own strength and the enemies he had encountered, while not perfectly accurate, the situation roughly broke down into four tiers: one slightly stronger than him, one about equal to him, one slightly below him, and the rest being weaker opponents. The numbers might not be exact, but these were generally the four levels.

After all, the first Divine War had only just concluded, and he was the only King of the World to emerge, or perhaps he hadn't participated in the second because only seven individuals were involved in the first. But no matter what, even if a second King of the World did appear, they wouldn't surpass him by much.

"My enemies are roughly on par with me, perhaps not quite reaching the Creator’s level, but my growth is limitless," Lin Luo stated solemnly. Indeed, the most terrifying aspect of the Walkers wasn't their current strength, but their rate of development. In the little over a year since he met Mikoto, he had progressed from an ordinary person to a level comparable to the Creator—a growth rate that could only be described as the Steps of a God!

Hearing this, Konoe Eon closed his eyes. He hesitated. Lin Luo’s battles were dangerous, a fact he could discern. As a father, he couldn't possibly send his daughter onto such a perilous battlefield. However, as a man, he could feel that everything Lin Luo had said before was true; he, too, had loved someone. He would never willingly send the woman he adored into conflict unless it was absolutely unavoidable.

Therefore, the other party was acting out of necessity, not desire.

"I understand," Konoe Eon finally opened his eyes after a long pause and said, "I can allow you to take Mokona, but you must pass one test from me."

"A test?" Lin Luo felt a bit speechless. Seriously? What era was this, to still have tests? How cliché. He sighed and asked resignedly, "Fine, what is the test?"

Konoe Eon smiled slightly. "Defeat the Creator."

"Huh?"

"Since your enemies are on the same level as the Creator, if you cannot surpass the Creator, I will not believe you can protect Mokona. Do you accept this trial?"

"You certainly know how to joke," Lin Luo was rendered speechless. This wasn't a test at all; it was a milestone he had to cross anyway. Now, it just felt like he had an additional reason to fight, and he immediately laughed. "The Creator is already waiting for me."

"Hahaha." Konoe Eon also roared with laughter, standing up from his seat. "Then it's settled. I will wait for the day you take my daughter away."

Just as he finished speaking, he seemed to recall something and asked, "Oh yes, I heard you taught Setsuna the Second Katachi?"

Lin Luo nodded. "Yes, that's right. You’re not thinking of taking it back, are you?"

"Certainly not. In fact, I also intended to take Setsuna in as a formal disciple of the main family. Her talent for swordsmanship is even higher than mine. However, she is still too young; I was originally planning to discuss it with her when she turned sixteen. Since you have already done this..."

Saying this, Konoe Eon pulled out a gray-covered book from his person and handed it to Lin Luo. "This contains all the advanced swordsmanship of the Shimmei-ryū, including the Second Katachi—twelve techniques in total. I copied them all out last night before I came here. Take them now."

"For me?" Lin Luo felt a bit awkward. Was this Mokona’s dowry? But what era was this, using a gray book? This wasn't a Wuxia world!

"It's fine if you want to learn them. After all, I’m giving you my most precious daughter. But generally speaking, these are for Setsuna. Setsuna and Mokona have been inseparable since they were little. Since Mokona is going with you, Setsuna will surely follow, right? As my disciple and my daughter's friend, I must give her a proper gift."

"I see. Then I shall accept them without politeness." Lin Luo understood. It seemed Konoe Eon had decided this long ago and was simply waiting for him. Although even without this book, he would have found suitable techniques to teach Setsuna, she was much more familiar with Shimmei-ryū, and practicing it would likely yield twice the result with half the effort.

Seeing Lin Luo put the sword manual away, Konoe Eon suddenly punched him playfully, his tone brimming with envy and jealousy. "You lucky young man. You came here and swept away two of my daughters in one go. Ah, if only I had your audacity when I was younger..."

Lin Luo almost sputtered again. "If you're so envious, why don't you go find some yourself? With your reputation as the Crimson Wing, your fans could line up from New Ostia all the way to Old Ostia. Are you afraid of not finding a woman?"

"Shh, don't say that." Upon hearing this, Konoe Eon shivered and lowered his voice. "My wife is terrifying. If I dared to get tangled up with other women, she would definitely tear me apart."

Alright, Lin Luo understood. This man was henpecked. But then again, thank heavens Mokona hadn't inherited her mother's temperament.

After leaving the room, Konoe Eon went to discuss matters with Al. Based on what Al had said earlier, they were likely coordinating how to track down that bug man. Lin Luo didn't bother with it; the Crimson Wing surely had their own means of communication.

The others were no longer in the main hall; he didn't know where they had gone. Lin Luo didn't specifically look for them either, assuming they were either in the Time Chamber or somewhere within the manor. Lin Luo wandered around for a bit and found the residence quite large and remarkably luxurious. The person who previously lived here must have been extremely wealthy or powerful.

Although Kurt publicly claimed to have severed ties with the Crimson Wing, Lin Luo figured he couldn't have completely let go, otherwise he wouldn't have arranged such comfortable 'quarters' for them... In that light, Kurt must be a tsundere.

Dealing with a tsundere was simple: appeal to their emotions. Dealing with a male tsundere? A good punch would solve everything. As the saying went... friendship is forged through battle. So, all he needed to do was beat him until he looked like a pig's head.

"Big Sister, that... won't work..."

As Lin Luo passed by a certain room, he suddenly heard Setsuna's voice from inside, tinged with a note of pleading, yet also a hint of reluctant acquiescence.

"It's fine, Setsuna. Just this once. I'll be very gentle," the voice belonged to Mokona. Her tone was filled with, "Come on, Setsuna, lie down. Remember to take off your clothes."

Could they truly be unifying as one?!

Lin Luo immediately perked up. He looked around, saw no one, and quickly pressed against the door to listen to the sounds within.

"Wow, Setsuna’s skin is so fair. It feels so nice to touch."

"Big Sister, this—this isn't right. I... I'm getting strange feelings..."

"The first time is always like this, Setsuna. Don't worry, I’ll be gentle."

"But I feel like this is wrong... Ah, that hurts!"

As Setsuna cried out in pain, Lin Luo’s heart also jumped. No way! Two young women in a yuri situation—at most, they were just grinding against each other. Why would it hurt? Did Mokona use a prop? Did that mean he was at a disadvantage?

No, no. Even if Setsuna’s purity was taken by Mokona, he could still help repair it later, so it was fine. But... Lin Luo felt conflicted internally. While he enjoyed watching yuri scenes, he also wanted Setsuna's first time to be with him. Ah, how contradictory!

"Big Sister, please... please be gentle."

"I’m sorry, Setsuna, I made you bleed. Should I... lick it clean for you?"

"This... how could I allow that? Even if it's Big Sister in that state..."

"It's fine, because it’s Setsuna... Mmm, it tastes a little salty."

"Ah! I’m... I’m going to fly away! Big Sister, don’t press so hard, I... I can’t take it anymore... Ah!"

"It turns out doing this is so pleasurable, Setsuna. I really like you."

"Big Sister, me too. Please, again..."