"Lord of Grace, Kraun is Foolish Play, right?" Cheng Shi asked without hesitation.
He had asked this before, but not so specifically. He had once asked Lord of Grace whether the other party had an emissary, and the other party had said yes—and that it was him.
That had clearly been a teasing remark, but this time, after obtaining the vessel tainted with the color of Deception, Cheng Shi increasingly felt that Mouth Brother and the others must have some unknown past. And it was not a tragic past like Sandlais's, but one belonging to "Foolish Play."
After all, every experience in that "Past Life Replay" had been his own smearing over of history. The secrets truly concealed beneath Sandlais's wind and snow might go far beyond that.
In a history without another clown, no one knew what the Joyful Theater had experienced. But the clown was certain that beneath that smeared-over memory lay Foolish Play's greatest secret.
That was what Cheng Shi thought, but God of Merriment's answer fell far short of his expectations.
"No one is Foolish Play..." Those eyes let out a mocking laugh.
"But..."
"...except you." God of Merriment's tone suddenly changed, and he burst into hearty laughter.
"..."
The expected answer left Cheng Shi speechless, but God of Merriment did not stop there. Instead, he continued, laughing uncontrollably as he asked:
"Since Little Bone told you what he thought, why don't you believe him?"
Cheng Shi froze, then curled his lips and said:
"According to what you said, since Foolish Play is me, why should I fear Foolish Play's revival?
"That's what you mean, right? You're worried that I've directed my fear somewhere else?
"Rest assured, Lord of Grace. Clowns are common, but fear is rare. I believe Mouth... Foolish Play's Lips have no ill