"Who are you leading the way for?"
The Envoy's voice held a subtle edge of mockery, but Fu Qian remained unmoved. He turned and suddenly asked a question of his own.
"Of course, for me... You're not planning to leave me behind, are you?"
The Envoy frowned, looking momentarily confused.
"Who are you?"
Fu Qian wasn't done asking questions.
"I introduced myself a long time ago, didn't I? You can call me the God Eater, or the Envoy..."
The questions were getting more and more nonsensical, but the Envoy maintained his uncommon composure and answered through gritted teeth.
"So which is it, the God Eater or the Envoy?"
Fu Qian pressed on.
"...What exactly are you trying to say?"
Even the usually patient Envoy seemed to have had enough. He refused to answer and asked a question of his own instead.
"What I'm saying isn't important. The question is, who am I saying it to?"
Fu Qian merely shook his head, standing there at his leisure.
"Think about it some more. Who are you leading the way for?"
The air seemed to freeze. The Envoy's gaunt, human face stared intently at him, as if he were about to turn on his heel and leave.
Fu Qian paid no attention to the oppressive scene. He was simply glad the other man had at least taken a few seconds to think.
"Of course, for me... Who else? That fool?"
When the Envoy finally spoke, he began by practically repeating his earlier answer.
But then his tone shifted, and his choice of words made it clear that he was distancing himself from someone.
"Good. And which fool would that be?"
Fu Qian seemed quite satisfied with this turn of events. He nodded and continued.
"The fool you're imagining, the clown who gets