Not Knowing, Not Shattered
An ancient god who had been lying low for millennia, and a Higher Being who had laid trap after trap, intent on dragging me into a pit and even cremating me, had suddenly made peace.
They'd even agreed without complaint to being dragged along by me to share a prison cell, and had directly stepped in to help me escape my predicament.
Fu Qian had believed in stories where someone bowed down in submission for only a short time—ever since he learned to read.
That was why he'd reached the conclusion that the more something appeared to be a Rainbow of Yao Bian, the less likely it was to actually be one.
And his understanding of Higher Beings could be applied to the next one, too. The Trickster who had tried to leech his Sanity Value, failed, and even had all the Oathsworn he'd painstakingly developed wiped out by Fu Qian—his pawns gone, too. Would that guy kindly answer Fu Qian's questions the next time they met?
Fu Qian had found that development hard to believe even before he learned to read.
So this wasn't a case of feigning disinterest to draw the other party out. Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Qian chose the route of keeping things cordial but distant, asking Pachi only about the tricks he'd used.
Though Pachi might disappear at any moment, Fu Qian believed that before then, this was still the thing he was most likely to share.
"Heh-heh... It's quite simple, just like what's happening right now."
As it turned out, Lord Pachi had no intention of passing up the stage Fu Qian had willingly provided.
With a laugh that practically begged to be punched, he even reenacted his signature move, squatting down with his arms hanging at his sides.