When Dimogegen began to stir.
Within Sigil City, as resplendent with flowers as ever.
Orsaga sensed a slight change in his mount.
His gaze immediately swept over there.
Then he saw every last problem with perfect clarity.
The corner of his mouth curled into a thoroughly malicious arc.
"Looks like envy, jealousy, and hatred really pack quite a punch."
"Back when I made that guy beg for life and plead for death, he wasn't nearly this worked up..."
When he had tormented the other party back then.
He had directly turned poor Dimogegen into a human candle.
Yet even so, he had failed to unlock the fellow's potential.
But the moment Miska appeared, without doing anything at all.
He directly maxed out Dimogegen's Rage Meter!
The effect was truly outstanding!
He could practically be called a miracle doctor reborn!
Seeing the smile on Orsaga's face.
Lady of Pain beside him spoke with great calm:
"That fellow still has some use. Don't play him to death."
"Besides, you bear a great deal of responsibility for Dimogegen being so agitated. If you hadn't made him suffer so miserably, creating such a stark contrast, he wouldn't hate Miska this much..."
Though that was what she said, her tone carried not the slightest hint of warning.
At most, it was merely a reminder.
To her, one Dimogegen was hardly worth mentioning.
To say he was useless would not be entirely true; to say he was useful, he could still be replaced.
The reason she reminded Orsaga was more to avoid having to clean up the mess herself...
"Don't worry. Why would I kill my own mount?"
"As his former master, I left him a little gift back then, one that could raise some of his potential. That makes me an investor of sorts, doesn't