On the other side, near the Jester's grave… the Liar stood firm, his face wearing a cold, terrifying smile.
"Faithless, what are you waiting for, my dear? Why don't you—"
Faithless lunged, his fist crashing toward the Jester's face. A full-powered punch that sent him flying backward—then exploding.
"What a wild style… you remind me of my old battles." The Liar appeared behind him. Faithless's eyes widened in shock. The Jester shaped his hand like a pistol and fired a shot.
"Bang."
An invisible bullet launched at Faithless, slamming him into half the gravestones. The Liar blew on his finger like it was the barrel of a gun.
Marianne grabbed the Liar's head in rage and smashed it to the ground, splitting it in two—before it vanished. She was growling with fury.
"A strong strike, from a girl who just saw her lover crash into gravestones like a metal ball."
The Liar was now standing in midair, holding his hat.
"But how? Who is this lunatic, for God's sake?"
Marianne's face was filled with shock.
Eric moved swiftly, then leapt and grabbed the Jester's neck, slamming him to the ground—choking him with immense force.
The Liar raised his hat and said a single word in a crazed tone:
"Idiot…"
The Jester's head exploded right in front of Eric's face. Eric quickly backed away, clutching his face as blood poured out heavily.
"Eric, are you okay?!" Marianne shouted at him with a high-pitched, worried voice.
Eric raised his palm toward her, placing the other on his face, speaking in a sharp tone:
"I'm fine, just a drop of blood… That clown, I'll show him who the real idiot is."
"Dooogaaaa, Dooogaaa… What an entertaining group you are in combat."
The Liar spoke sarcastically, spinning his hat near one of the graves.
Faithless appeared behind the Liar, his eyes wide and visibly insane, blood dripping from his face… He wrapped his arm around his back and slammed him violently to the ground.
He severed the Liar's head—
But the head opened its mouth and released a fake, round nose that ejected a small blade stabbing right above his heart.
The Liar's body exploded and reappeared on top of a statue symbolizing Death… scratching his head.
"Are you two okay?" Faithless asked Eric and Marianne in a deep tone.
"You're in worse shape than us, Prince." Eric stood near him, speaking in a cold tone.
"A group attack will put us in danger. What's the solution to take this guy down?"
Marianne placed a finger on her chin, thinking.
Faithless stared at her with terrifying eyes filled with dormant madness. She could feel the chill in his gaze.
"Solution? There is no solution… We're fighting a chaotic being, so we'll deal with him in the same way."
"That's some sound reasoning, Faithless. There is no solution… because the solutions are with me! Hahahaha!"
The Liar laughed mockingly and provocatively.
Eric appeared next to him like lightning and exploded the statue he was standing on, grabbed the Liar, and slammed him down, then dragged him along the ground.
Faithless appeared and punched him in the stomach with such force that the Liar spat black blood while laughing. Then Marianne, like liquid, wrapped around him and struck him in the head with her elbow.
They all moved away from him… because none of them knew what his next move would be.
The Liar touched their shoulders from behind and said in a mocking tone, laughing insanely:
"I'm here. Who's the idiot on the ground?"
They were shocked by the sound of his voice behind them…
As they tried to back away, his head split into four segments and exploded with force, embedding knives into their bodies.
Eric was stabbed in the leg with a sharp dagger. Marianne took one near her shoulder…
As for Faithless, the daggers were embedded precisely in his body.
One in his left cheek, another at his side.
Lady Marianne instinctively pulled the knife from her shoulder and went toward Faithless.
She grabbed him by the shoulder, lifted his face, and saw madness spread across his expression…
But Faithless grabbed Marianne's chin with two fingers and spoke in a manic tone:
"I'm fiiiiiine, darling… Still standing, despite that son of a bitch who stuck these knives in me."
Marianne didn't know what to say. Even Eric was bewildered by his strange manner of speech.
Eric pulled out the dagger and looked directly at the Liar, who was laughing while staring at them…
He lunged forward and threw the dagger at him with force.
The Liar dodged the strike while holding his hat, speaking in a mocking tone:
"Wooooh, that almost hit me."
Eric appeared behind him, placing one hand on his neck and the other gripping half of his mask…
He clenched his fist and delivered a powerful punch to the Liar's body—so strong it severed his head.
Eric grabbed the head and hurled it onto the body—
But nothing happened…
"Look at the poor guy, what you've done to him."
Eric was stunned and swung his arm behind him—
But the Liar appeared in front of him.
Then Marianne grabbed his arms, Faithless appeared before him and struck hard—causing his body to explode.
"What a terrifying team effort. I'm scared."
Then he pulled a piece of paper from his mouth, which transformed into a sharp, circular blade and shot forward—cutting Faithless on the cheek.
Then the Liar lost all air from his body like a deflating balloon…
"I'm here."
He pointed at them, holding a luxurious Victorian cane, and placed a black-colored metal ball on the ground.
He swung the cane and launched the ball directly at Faithless, hitting him in the face and slamming him into a cluster of graves.
He came to rest leaning against one of the graves, his hand on its edge, head hanging down.
Marianne and Eric approached to check on him…
"Faithless, are you okay? Faithless…"
Marianne spoke with a shaky voice.
"He took a direct hit to the face—it must've done serious damage."
Eric was furious, staring at the Liar, who was laughing and frolicking.
Lady Marianne slowly lifted Faithless's head and was shocked by his crazed wide-eyed grin…
He stood up and took staggering steps forward.
Both Eric and Marianne were in shock, not knowing what was happening exactly…
Faithless stood face-to-face with the Liar, both laughing insanely and illogically.
Faithless licked the blood and laughed maniacally:
"Seems it's my blood… Didn't expect it to taste this good."
"Is that so? Mind if I try it?"
The Liar spoke in a mocking tone.
"No problem."
And just before the Jester could move his hand, Faithless slapped his face with force—but the Jester blocked it with his cane. Faithless then unleashed a torrent of consecutive blows, even as the rain began to pour harder, their laughter escalating like lunatics.
"Is this really Faithless? Or someone else?" Marianne couldn't find the words to express the chaotic storm of feelings inside her.
"That clown has been targeting Faithless from the beginning… and now it seems Faithless has lost his mind too." Eric stared at the Jester with deep, analytical eyes.
The Jester circled behind Faithless and choked him tightly.
Faithless moved his arm and struck him in the stomach with his elbow, then delivered a strong punch that exploded the Jester's head into a scatter of burning sparks that scratched Faithless's face and body.
Faithless emerged from the smoke, laughing maniacally.
Marianne and Eric tried to intervene, but Faithless stretched out his hand and said in a mocking tone:
"There's a white line… don't cross it. This clown is mine."
"He's truly someone else… this isn't the prince." Eric was shocked by Faithless's strange transformation.
"Like I said… he's entered a state of madness. It looks like he's enjoying this in a terrifying way." Marianne was equally stunned.
"I'm heeeeeere!"
The Jester waved his hand wildly at Faithless.
Faithless looked at him, smiling with lunacy and arrogance, and spoke in a mocking tone:
"Fighting you makes me want to tear you apart…"
He paused for a moment, then wiped his cheek with his blood-covered hand, wearing a wide grin:
"You know? This fight is better than sleeping with a cheap whore."