Previously, Mephisto had not dared ask for too much. The powerful strength Isaac had bestowed was already enough to satisfy him. Besides, although Isaac had never said so outright, Mephisto could tell.
Unlike most wizards who established a Magic Capital, Isaac had initially been doing nothing more than experimenting with the Virtual Divine Spark, a wondrous and terrifying power that could turn mortals into gods in a single leap.
That was why he had asked nothing of Mephisto or the Dungeon City under his command. Of course, unlike those other wizards, he had not provided much in the way of basic supplies, either.
But that was nothing. After all, what Isaac had given them was power!
Power that could bring them everything!
Yet all of that had begun to change one day—after their failed attempt to conquer the Howling Abyss.
Mephisto did not know whether they had done something wrong or something else had changed. In any case, from that day onward, the Divine Lord had begun asking them to collect all sorts of strange magical materials for him, just like the humans in other Magic Capitals.
This delighted Mephisto, but also left him with an inexplicable sense of loss.
Naturally, he was delighted because the Divine Lord needed them. Not only could they repay his kindness, but the Divine Lord would also provide them with plenty of supplies, even lending a hand in building their army.
For example, the few divine spells their followers currently used had been created by the Divine Lord.
And naturally, his sense of loss came from what this meant: they were no longer special to the Divine Lord. With his power, creating another group like theirs would be utterly effortless!
So although the Divine Lord would now help them through certain difficulties, Mephisto had