Chapter 480
The Scaramouche remained silent.
As Harbinger, he could wield immense power and act with impunity within the Fatui. But once his allegiance shifted, the Fatui became a colossal force that could suffocate him, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
What? Dotore had the same experience? Oh well, the Scaramouche were relieved.
Later, the Cryo Archon's incarnation and Pantalone appeared before him. The Scaramouche didn't bother to listen to what they said, only remembering that their attitude was quite good.
When his body was frozen, a surge of resentment and anger welled up inside him.
'I haven't ascended the throne yet, haven't slapped that woman across the face, haven't burned away all that disgusting stuff! Is this really how it ends?'
The Scaramouche was reluctant to admit it. But just before his consciousness was about to fade, he did feel a sense of relief, as if he had finally been freed.
"You're not like a god at all."
At the last moment, the Scaramouche simply stared coldly at the Cryo Archon and Pantalone.
What he really meant was that you're not like that woman.
But it didn't matter, it was all over—that's what the Scaramouche thought.
Then, he opened his eyes again in the Tenshukaku he had only entered at birth.
"It's you!"
The Scaramouche instinctively became agitated and wanted to reach out and strike the woman who had appeared in his nightmares for years.
However, he was unable to move.
Yes, this body was, after all, created by this woman. No matter how much Dotole experimented and modified it, he couldn't change the fundamental structure of the Divine Puppet. In other words, this woman knew all his weaknesses and could easily render him incapacitated.
Besides, even if he could move, so what? He didn't get the pie in the sky that Dottore promised, and he didn't get to ascend to the throne of the gods. He was just a mere abandoned puppet, and he couldn't possibly withstand a casual slash from this woman, could he?
The Scaramouche gave up struggling and just stared at Raiden Ei with cold and disgusted eyes.
Raiden Ei watched quietly for a long time before speaking:
"It's been a long time. You've changed a lot since you first appeared."
It's not a change in appearance. Even if it's not a perfect creation like a general, the dolls created by God will remain unchanged for thousands of years.
What has changed is what's inside the doll.
The Scaramouche in Raiden Ei's memory was a naive and weak-willed child, completely different from the angry and twisted person before him.
Raiden Ei felt a bit conflicted.
The Scaramouche gave a cold laugh.
"Oh? It's just a defective product that you casually threw away, and you actually care about it?"
"You are indeed a defective product."
"You!!"
The Scaramouche felt their anger rising even higher.
Raiden Ei simply looked at him quietly, raised his hand to his chest, and said frankly:
"Only the general, that is, the divine body before you, is my perfect creation. With the goal of an eternal and unchanging divine body, you are indeed just a defective product."
"Beelzebul!!!"
"You are too fragile. No matter how refined and assembled mortal materials are, they can never reach the level of being able to bear the will of Narukami. In addition to your fragile physical body, you also shed tears at birth, which shows that your will is equally weak. For me at that time, it was indeed a failure among failures."
Raiden Ei tells the truth.
The Scaramouche's expressions were incredibly gloomy and agitated, on the verge of losing control.
After a brief pause, Raiden Ei continued:
"But it was because of that one tear that I no longer saw you as a puppet. You have a heart, you have emotions, you are a completely new being. If you were just a puppet, a failure should be dismantled or discarded. But for a being, I don't know what to do."