You went to all this trouble just because you had a question?
Given the reason Fu Qian had offered, Nepheli clearly found it hard to believe that was the truth.
But even if you listened with skepticism, the sheer absurdity of the logic was enough to stoke your anger.
You'd gone to all that trouble to force someone into prostitution just to get them to light a cigarette for you? Wasn't that an absurdly extravagant use of resources?
"What question...?"
Though her emotions were running high, Nepheli clearly knew there was no point in showing them to the man before her.
So after briefly calming herself, she didn't challenge him as a victim. Instead, she actually followed his lead and asked.
At the same time, the commotion around them had died down completely.
Lui remained motionless, and even the childish crying was fading away.
"Is Lord Rom in bad shape?"
Feeling that living sound fade, Fu Qian couldn't help sighing. He asked after another Old Acquaintance.
"...Not well."
Nepheli hesitated even longer this time, but eventually nodded.
Just as he'd thought. If that one were doing well, who would dare impersonate him?
Higher Beings had always been keenly attuned to concepts related to themselves. Wouldn't they worry that a fake might suddenly become real halfway through?
That thought crossed Fu Qian's mind.
That was right. The blood rain that had just brought such immense pressure, Lui, and even Lord Rom—all of them seemed suspiciously like members of the supporting cast.
In fact, this could be considered evidence that Fu Qian had confirmed the lure had worked right away.
There was no doubt that, in the battle at the Lone King's palace, Pachi had become the final fisherman to reap the rewards.
And under his arrangements, Rom, Goddess of Sin, and