Sigil City.
Orsaga was going about his daily evil.
He had just beaten to death someone who had offended him.
Then he sensed a disturbance in the distance.
The thought in his heart immediately slipped from his lips.
"This is way too pathetic~"
A double entendre.
It referred both to the demons in this plane and to the Styx of this plane.
Having said that.
He shook his head as though it had nothing to do with him.
A bunch of demons who feared death as much as life were getting harvested like chives in their own home turf.
What could he say?
He could only say their professional standards were truly inadequate.
Their numbers were scarce too—not enough to die.
However.
Just as he was about to turn his attention away.
Very quickly.
With a mind far surpassing that of ordinary beings, he realized something else.
Since those country demons were going to die anyway, as their distant relative.
Wouldn't it be more reasonable for him to take the opportunity to have a good feast?
At that thought.
Having barely sampled any meat since coming to this plane, he felt a little tempted as well.
He casually asked:
"Those fellows who are about to die—there's no problem with letting me eat a few of them to whet my teeth, right?"
Although there was no one beside him.
He knew.
She could hear his words.
"Yes, but don't eat too many."
After Lady of Pain replied.
She also conveniently gave Orsaga a numerical limit.
It clearly marked the number he was allowed to consume.
"Perfect. I can have that mount I've been free-ranging for years hunt for me..."
"Sweet~"
In a thoroughly satisfied mood.
Orsaga's consciousness headed straight into the distance.
In a certain otherworld.
Standing amid shattered corpses