"Are you… perhaps one of the Transmigrators?"
The moment I asked, Trickster went still and for a brief second, he stared at me as if genuinely dumbfounded and then he burst into laughter.
"Me…? A transmigrator…?" He held his stomach, as though even laughing had become painful. "My dear successor, I am far from being one of those as I existed in this world long before this civilization even took its first proper step."
Hmm, so he wasn't a transmigrator who somehow transmigrated far into the past and became a God.
That's a good thing I guess.
So I decided to ask the question I had suspected from the very beginning.
"Don't tell me… are you me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
It was a logical thought.
I felt an odd sense of trust toward him and if that wasn't because of some skill or myth he possessed, then maybe… Maybe it was because he had once been me.
