Sigil City.
In Lady of Pain's courtyard.
Sitting on a stool made from a special kind of stone that reflected a metallic sheen.
Looking at Orsaga not far away, whose face still held a trace of unwillingness, as the one who had just dragged him here.
Lady of Pain, as the host, showed neither any disgust at his causing trouble nor any haste to say anything.
She first calmly took a sip of tea to moisten her throat before speaking in an exceedingly even tone:
"Although the deaths of a few gods are only a trivial matter."
"The consequences you caused are far greater than the direct losses."
"This style is nothing like your previous restraint."
The feeling conveyed by her words was roughly that of a great landowner discovering that someone had trampled some seedlings to death in one of his fields.
Though somewhat dissatisfied.
She could not exactly be called angry.
It was more of a warning.
The point was that while the things themselves were not worth much, he should not go stepping on them for fun whenever he pleased.
Orsaga, however, did not particularly care about her warning.
After finding himself a seat and sitting down.
He yawned and said as though it were only natural:
"But when I'm bored, I have to find something interesting to do..."
"Besides, replacements for those guys are everywhere. Letting me eat a few to whet my appetite won't get in the way..."
There was not the slightest trace of guilt from being caught stealing a snack.
Yet Lady of Pain did not refute any part of his reasoning.
Because what he said was indeed true.
Those so-called gods.
Whether they were Faint Divine Powers, Lesser Divine Powers, Mid-tier Divine Powers, or Great Divine Powers, to the God Above Gods,