Faced with that sudden voice.
The female elf, who had not sensed anyone in that direction at all,
instinctively felt her heart jolt.
By reflex, she began secretly drawing upon the mana within her body.
Because the voice had come from far too close!
Close enough that, for a spellcaster, if the other party could approach her silently to that distance, then they could casually lop off her head with a single stroke...
And most likely, she would not even know how she had died until the moment of death!
Thus,
the female elf's reaction was especially intense!
With instinctive vigilance,
she immediately turned her gaze toward the speaker.
Then, the instant she saw him,
even with Orsaga, that handsome fellow, standing beside her as a point of reference,
the female elf still could not help but inwardly sigh, What a handsome man...
He was a tall, upright figure.
He wore an exquisitely crafted set of lightweight black armor. Two small curved horns grew from his forehead, and his face, as handsome as a Sky God's, seemed somewhat more mature than Orsaga's, carrying the air of a successful man in his prime. The only flaw was that his complexion was a little too ruddy.
As though the blood within his body were about to seep out.
One of the Order Serpents—the Evil Serpent.
Although this was his first time meeting this incarnation of the other party,
in that brief instant when he sensed the other's presence,
Orsaga had still clearly recognized his true identity.
In response to the other's teasing just now,
as the subject of the discussion, Orsaga had no intention of refuting it and casually replied:
"Of course."
"After all, a mere ant presumptuously discussing things it has no right to touch is undoubtedly an offense..."
Seeing that