He looked at the boy's back, dropped to one knee, and bowed his head.
"Master."
"I don't know if I'm overthinking this, but I can't shake this unease. Even without anyone guiding him, his fate is still moving toward the future that resurrection plan laid out for him..."
His brow furrowed slightly.
Perhaps it was only a faint, instinctive sensitivity. He and Clown had spent years carrying out this plan, so he understood better than most where it would lead him if it continued.
But now that the Violet Great Lord's mark had vanished from his body.
There was no longer any need to carry out the plan.
Because the Violet Great Lord was dead.
Yet as things stood now.
Even without anyone interfering, he was still moving, little by little, along that predetermined path... He couldn't help but worry.
The boy raised his head and said:
"So whether it was meant to resurrect my previous incarnation or serve some other purpose, even you don't know?"
The Pighead Butcher immediately knelt and lowered his head.
"Based on the information I've gathered over these countless years, I can say with certainty that the Painter's goal is to resurrect the Violet Great Lord. Whether it's to oppose the Calamity in the Main Universe of this era or because of the feelings between them, I believe she will reach that point eventually. Endless time really can drive someone mad."
The Ouroboros of Reincarnation shifted within the boy's eyes.
"Then has she gone mad?"
The Pighead Butcher bowed his head, trembling, and remained kneeling, not daring to say more.
He rose and stood atop the high cliff with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the distant Burial Grounds.
"He left Raven behind for this world, and I left you all behind as