Atiya's line of thought.
There was nothing wrong with it in principle.
There was nothing wrong with her approach, either.
To a certain extent, it might even have suited certain people's tastes fairly well.
But unfortunately.
The absolute disparity in status directly turned her words into a grave offense!
Just as when a serf placed himself on the same level as a king for comparison, such an act was undoubtedly a crime of high treason, earning him a one-time experience pass to the gallows or guillotine.
Likewise, when a black slave on a plantation tried to sit at the same table as the plantation owner, he would be treated to the iron peanuts of a musket or the loving whip.
Atiya's act of placing herself on the same level as Golanel and the others was countless times more serious than either of those examples.
It was no different from a mortal blaspheming a god!
Within Crimson Heaven.
Even those particularly favored maidservants would never have dared to do such a thing!
Because.
They knew full well that the status of mistress of Crimson Heaven was absolutely beyond their reach and could not be mentioned in the same breath as them!
At that moment.
Because of her offense.
Orsaga's mood, which had softened considerably as he spoke of his wives.
Instantly underwent a polar reversal and worsened countless times over!
A rare trace of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
Normally, things like murder and arson were no more than games to him.
He never took them to heart, nor did they stir any emotion in him.
Since entering this plane, this was the first time he had felt such a thing...
Therefore.
Without the slightest hesitation.
At his will, a ripple surfaced directly from the void.
Its existence was like