The gods had long since grown used to Folly's contempt, and no one responded.
Cheng Shi wasn't about to tolerate it. Even if he didn't dare contradict a true god to its face, he could at least curse under his breath a couple of times.
He secretly glanced at that eye of chaotic white miasma, lowered his head, and muttered, "You make it sound like you're not part of this foolishness. Why are you pretending to be so innocent?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the God of Merriment beside him rolled her eyes and repeated the clown's words to the gods.
She narrowed her eyes at Folly and retorted:
"You make it sound like you're not part of this foolishness. Why are you pretending to be so innocent?"
"..."
No one paid attention when Folly spoke. No one was even less likely to respond when Deception spoke, so the scene instantly fell silent.
Folly didn't mind. It snorted derisively, apparently treating what Deception had just done as another act of folly.
Cheng Shi froze. He hadn't expected his Lord of Grace to play things this way.
An idea struck him. Following the principle that there was no reason not to use a "tool god," he made another sarcastic remark.
He had wanted to curse Folly a couple of times for ages, and this was the perfect opportunity.
He said softly:
"If you were really so clever, the one sitting above everyone else should be you, not some Primordial Origin."
Those words gave the two Nothingnesses closest to him quite a fright.
Destiny's eyes changed color, and her gaze at her believer was filled with warning.
Deception's smile froze as well. She turned back toward her believer with an ambiguous smile, wondering whether this audacious clown was trying to