Along that storm-lashed coastline.
Ignoring the seawater and waves surging in ahead of him.
Orsaga stood loftily atop Dimogegen's head.
At ease, he silently surveyed the pitch-black night sky above, strewn with glittering stars, as though no one knew what he was looking at.
As his footstool and mount.
Dimogegen had been forcibly dragged from the Abyss into the Material World by the other party. Faced with Orsaga's nauseating behavior of pushing his luck, though he was filled with resentment and gloom, there was nothing he could do...
In fact.
He did not even dare feel any complaint or anger rising from the depths of his heart.
At this moment, he feared the fellow above him from the bottom of his soul...
Like a little girl facing a vicious wolf.
He was only one step away from trembling where he stood...
The reason for this.
Was quite simple.
Because he already knew that the guy above his head was genuinely vicious and utterly evil—no discounts, no compromises...
And he had personally experienced Orsaga's tender care...
At first.
Since the other party had not restrained him through contracts or anything of the sort, nor forced him to surrender his true name for control.
Dimogegen, who had absolutely no intention of becoming anyone's underling, had been full of schemes. When facing Orsaga, he submitted outwardly while refusing inwardly.
Not long afterward.
Naturally, he could not help trying to escape.
And that was the beginning of the tragedy.
It was also the last time Dimogegen—the born villain who had never accepted anyone's authority—had dared defy Orsaga's will.
What happened during that time became a nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life...
After all, having every organ and bone in his body hollowed out, every one of his facial features