Calamity Strikes (15)
"Yarakir."
Wood shavings, the smell of alcohol, scarlet.
In the House of Nightmares, two evil entities who had been apart for a long time were having a warm reunion.
And amid the heated atmosphere, Great Fortune Ming King, who had finally agreed to remove his mask, slowly repeated the name given by the God Eater.
No webs wrapped around them, and no locusts rained from the sky. Everything remained as quiet as before.
"You didn't make that up, did you?"
Calling the name directly had brought no divine retribution. Fu Qian frowned, then immediately began to doubt its authenticity.
"Heh... So what kind of reaction did you imagine?"
The negotiator gave a cold laugh, his tone full of the confidence of someone with nothing to hide.
"Among the many higher wills, He is indeed one of the more active ones. But only relatively speaking. What reason would He have to pay attention to a test like yours?"
"Besides, to Him, both you and I are among the few useful tools."
So he had a clear understanding of his own situation.
Though the other man's tone was rude, Great Fortune Ming King was pleased rather than angry.
Brother Negotiator was always such a good person to talk to—and even to bargain with.
With that thought, Fu Qian nodded slightly.
"If He's so low-key, how did you learn this name?"
"Don't tell me that despite your talk of seeking freedom, you've already been officially recruited, complete with a certificate bearing His personal signature?"
"...There's no need to provoke me like that. I haven't forgotten what you did before, even after all this time. That trick doesn't work on me anymore."
Though he said that, the negotiator was clearly a little stirred by the misunderstanding of his motives.
Fortunately, after