This, Then, Is Birth

Before long, those eyes reappeared above the clown's head.

The returning Lord said nothing, merely holding back a laugh as it stared at Cheng Shi without moving. The sight made Cheng Shi's scalp prickle.

Seeing that the Birth god pillar refused to leave despite its shameless persistence, Birth stopped paying attention to the irritating thing and looked back at Cheng Shi.

"Do--you--still--have--a--matter--"

Cheng Shi had just opened his mouth when he suddenly thought of something. Quick as a flash, he pinched his own mouth shut, afraid that Lips of Foolish Play would stab him in the back again at a time like this and make him lose face in front of two gods.

Not that he had much face left to lose anyway.

But though he said nothing, his Lord of Grace spoke for him.

"I say, boss, the clown made himself perfectly clear. He wants to know who Origin was. How can you pretend you didn't hear him?

"To be honest, I'm curious too. After all, you were *the first seed personally planted by Him, and the first true god personally acknowledged by Him. You know far more than us younger siblings who have never seen Him and have only heard His voice. So, how about enlightening me as well?"

!!!

Just hearing what the God of Merriment said made Cheng Shi feel that today's humiliation had been worth it.

But this tiny scrap of information was obviously nowhere near enough to satisfy the clown's curiosity. Cheng Shi abruptly raised his head toward the god pillar and put on an extremely sincere, eager-to-learn expression. This time, there was no acting in the clown's expression at all—only a hundred percent genuine longing and anticipation.

Birth... fell silent for a moment. Then the god pillar's movements gradually slowed.

"You--do--not--like--

"Why--do--you--wish--to--know--"

"Heh~