A clown performed at the center of the stage, surrounded by cheerful spectators.
Whether they were actors in the play or people watching it, they all seemed to have received some enjoyment. Lu PingAn had not expected that a casual stroll would lead him to such a grand spectacle.
"...Tsk, tsk, tsk. How utterly ironic."
Lu PingAn was not surprised by the Princess's fate. He had seen far too many traitors and evil god worshippers, and he did not even think her betrayal had any direct connection to the fall of this island nation.
The collapse and conquest of an entire country could basically only result from an absolute disparity in strength. Traitors were often merely part of that inevitable outcome. Blaming the collapse of an entire world on them was giving them far too much credit.
They were usually cowards and traitors who discovered that things had gone wrong. They had neither faith nor loyalty. They were the result of defeat, not its cause.
Of course, there were rare exceptions. History was full of chance and accidents, after all. But the one before him was undoubtedly a true clown.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. She wet herself. What an ugly sight. You know they see you as a clown, and they know it too. That sick pleasure of watching you perform is the very reason you're still alive, isn't it?"
Lu PingAn even saw a "wise" blessing hanging above the Princess's head. Clearly, this sadistic quasi-god-level creature wanted its toy to be more interesting—at the very least, aware of her own situation and capable of putting on a more varied show.
Perhaps it could not kill her directly because of the contract, but it could gain more entertainment from the process.
"This is nothing. The Ancients have countless ways of entertaining