Not You Really Have One?

Did he hear that?

That was the first question that rose in Cheng Shi's mind. He frowned deeply at Afros, wanting to hear an answer from the host of this place. But before Afros could respond, the answer... revealed itself.

The puppet shakily rose from the ground.

It was still alive!

Or rather, neither Zainjil's flesh-and-blood coating nor Golis's encircling resentment seemed to have been enough to destroy the puppet.

But why was its body covered in wounds? It looked more like it had been reassembled from fragments.

"Looks like our guest is in good spirits, my dear brother. Aren't you going to introduce me to this stowaway who trespassed into my private residence?"

Although Afros's words were somewhat caustic, there was not the slightest trace of blame in his tone. After all, every outsider was a window through which he could learn about this era, so he did not resist them.

Not only did he not resist them, but the moment he saw the marionette, he seemed to have already thought of something. To confirm his guess, he threw the question to Cheng Shi.

Cheng Shi had no intention of inviting trouble, so his thoughts raced, and he tossed the question back to the puppet itself.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Who are you?"

"..." The marionette's dead-fish eyes swayed slightly twice. Then it moved its battered limbs and gracefully bowed to the three before it, speaking in an unruffled tone:

"What a thrilling performance. I have never underestimated anyone, but I still underestimated... you.

"From a humble mortal body, a foolish observer of the world, the one who commands the curtain—Wei Mu greets the three... esteemed emissaries.

"It is my great honor to be invited to Dolgo D and witness the finale of this absurd farce."

Wei Mu