In the end, Flying Squirrel still followed Walton's method.
The two met the Floor Guardians of the 1st-3rd Floors, Shalltear Bloodfallen, a true ancestor vampire loli dressed in crimson Gothic noble attire and carrying a parasol; Cocytus, the Guardian of the 5th Floor "Glacier" area, a silver-white insect warrior with the demeanor of a martial artist; the twin Guardians of the 6th Floor, the masculine older sister, Beast Tamer Aura Bella Fiora, and the feminine younger brother, Nature's Herald Mare Bello Fiore; and the Guardian of the 7th Floor "Lava" area, Demiurge, the embodiment of Nazarick's intelligence, a gentleman in appearance but a ruthless Dark Prince and Creator of the Hellfire, at the arena in the jungle area of the 6th Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Also present were the beautiful Overseer of the Guardians and "Queen," the gentle pure-white demon Albedo, and the elderly gentleman and steel butler, the Dragonoid Sebas, whose sense of justice was at odds with the Great Tomb.
The Guardians knelt on one knee, bowing their heads to the extreme, expressing their utmost adoration and loyalty, quietly waiting for Flying Squirrel, the Guildmaster and Supreme Being, to speak.
"This Aura... this atmosphere... Walton, what should I say?" Flying Squirrel, feigning composure and majesty with his skeletal appearance, secretly discussed with Walton through communication. To be honest, Walton, in his first form, seemed more suited to be this villainous Guildmaster!
"Think about your bald boss," Walton quietly responded. Although he really wanted to wash his hands of the matter, he couldn't. It seemed that because he had joined the time traveler group, Flying Squirrel in this timeline seemed a bit dependent on him?
"...Damn it! Aren't you a company executive? Just tell me directly!" Flying Squirrel gritted his teeth and complained, but the Aura of despair emanating from his entire body, in response to his emotions and actions, sent a chill down the spines of the kneeling Guardians, making them bury their heads even deeper.
"Alright... you say..." There was truly no other way. The child wasn't growing up, and being thrust into a crisis was indeed a bit much for Flying Squirrel. Walton could only silently accept the task and secretly send messages to Flying Squirrel.
"Albedo..." Flying Squirrel silently scanned the message, and trusting Walton, he immediately embodied the role, stepping forward towards Albedo, who was kneeling at the very front, and asked,
"What do you think... the world... is?" Flying Squirrel recited verbatim, but in his heart, he had complained about Walton countless times.
"The world?" Albedo was momentarily stunned, looking up at Flying Squirrel. This question seemed to be somewhat beyond her expectations, but it was still within the scope of what she could answer.
"What? Is it difficult to answer?" Flying Squirrel slowly tilted his neck, and the despair Aura overflowed, almost making Mare, who had a somewhat timid personality, cry out.
"No, not difficult! Lord Flying Squirrel!" Albedo was also startled by Flying Squirrel's assertiveness. For Albedo, being denied or even questioned by Flying Squirrel was the most unacceptable thing, so Albedo immediately used her knowledge to draft her answer in her mind.
The question of the world was very broad and profound, but ultimately, it had to be approached from a general perspective, and then extended to Nazarick, and to Lord Flying Squirrel.
Having made this decision, Albedo spoke with composure.
"The world is the cradle that carries life and civilization, it is evolution and beginning, and it is also an end and new life..."
"No matter what she says, you should put on an indifferent or even dissatisfied expression, but don't make too many movements, lest you really make the atmosphere awkward," Walton silently transmitted the message, then looked at the Guardians who were deep in thought and a bit self-doubting...
As Walton spoke, he complained to himself internally—I seem to have experienced this before? And I seem to have been the perpetrator? I truly deserve to die!
"Is... is that so?" Flying Squirrel didn't understand Albedo's lengthy philosophical discourse. Instead, he inadvertently blurted out his complaint about Walton, and then Albedo bit her tongue.
"Albedo!" Seemingly sensing something amiss, Demiurge spoke out sternly. This sentence bought Albedo some time to think, and Flying Squirrel and Walton's attention was successfully drawn to Demiurge.
"My apologies, Lord Flying Squirrel, Lord Walton," Demiurge bowed his head again, "Albedo's meaning is very clear, it's just that she might have been a bit long-winded. If the two Lords don't mind, I, Demiurge, will explain next..."
"It is the possession of Lord Flying Squirrel and Lord Walton!!!"
It seemed that Demiurge's help was effective, or perhaps Albedo had finally regained her usual composure, and she shouted out the answer loudly.
Flying Squirrel turned to look, and found that although Albedo still maintained the temperament and aloofness befitting a Guardian Overseer, there seemed to be tears in her eyes?
And Mare finally couldn't help but sob, which in turn made a certain "idiot" flinch.
"Wh-what should I do?" Seeing the Guardians, who were like his own children, react so strongly, Flying Squirrel instantly panicked and quickly sent a message to Walton for advice.
Walton thought for a moment and slowly replied—Sorry, I went too far...
You goddamnnn... Forced calm!
Silence was the jungle arena that night.
In the end, Flying Squirrel didn't wait for a response. Instead, he took on the responsibility of a father and stepped forward, taking Albedo's hand. Yes, as a father, absolutely.
"It seems you still need to think about more questions. Albedo's answer is not wrong... I'll take her back first, and as for you all, report directly to Walton."
Tap, tap, tap... Whoosh! Flying Squirrel teleported away... Hey! That last move of yours was "running away," wasn't it? You left the mess...
"Lord Walton!" Before Walton could react, Demiurge called out to him loudly.
Walton lowered his head. Although no expression could be seen from his head, which sparkled with starlight, the lightning around Walton also indicated—he was very unhappy (panicked).
He had been able to calmly face so much workplace PUA and empty promises before, so why did he get nervous when facing these... children?
"I dare to express a humble opinion to Lord!" As if stimulated by something, many veins appeared around Demiurge's brain, which was a sign of him racking his brains.
"Hmm, speak," Walton nodded.
"I believe that the world represents an object that Lord Flying Squirrel, Lord Walton, and the Supreme Beings can take and use as they please! Everything in this world belongs to the Supreme Beings. As long as Lord gives the command, we Guardians, no, the entire Great Tomb of Nazarick will spare no effort to offer up the 'world'!"
Demiurge's words seemed quite inspiring, providing a clearer goal based on Albedo's foundation. For the Guardians, this was the most important spiritual pillar.
"...It's actually not that complicated..." Walton released his first form, transforming into a demon hunter, spreading his wings, which covered the sky above, filled with false starlight.
"The world... is a raw jade... waiting for us to carve... and you all are not tools that can be consumed... you are my and Flying Squirrel's, and everyone's children..."
All the Guardians looked up, their eyes filled with shock and... emotion. Yes, Mare cried even louder.
"Alright, go back and rest. I won't carry any of you... Tonight, all floors are on high alert, but do not go out on your own. Wait for Flying Squirrel's command."
After saying this, Walton soared into the air and disappeared into the night sky...