Romen trudged back to the cave that served as their temporary gathering place.
Originally, he had planned to gather information and, while at it, put on a puppet show in Bertrand Street.
But amidst the wave of those splendid ‘fairies,’ he couldn’t bring himself to take out his old puppets. It was as if it starkly highlighted the gap between the current Holy Emperor and himself.
As he weakly entered the cave, [The Sower], who was rolling on the floor, turned to him and asked,
“What are those, puppet?”
Romen inadvertently glanced at the liver spots covering the old man’s face.
Although they had taken hasty measures, it was still a temporary body. The old man’s body was rapidly declining after becoming the vessel for the demon king.
‘ I’ll need to prepare a new vessel soon.’
While thinking this to himself, Romen politely replied to the high-ranking demon king sprawled carelessly on the floor,
“These are my humble puppets, Lord of Disease. Haven’t you seen me repairing them here every day?”
“Well, I did see them. But as you said, they are so shabby that I didn’t realize those rags could be called ‘puppets.’”
At his scathing assessment, Romen looked down at his hand puppets anew.
“…….”
Even from a subjective viewpoint, his puppets were in poor condition.
They were stained…