However, not long after Iolam finished muttering to himself.
As he was still staring blankly at the grim scene overhead.
A somewhat familiar voice—one that should not have appeared here—suddenly sounded beside his ear.
His body immediately stiffened:
"Grim?"
"Perhaps."
"Who told you to offend so many factions in your arrogance and ignorance~"
Though that voice carried a peculiar charm that could invisibly make people feel compelled to listen carefully to what it said.
The words it spoke were especially unpleasant to hear.
They brimmed with blatant malicious amusement and schadenfreude.
Thus.
It could only be described as exceptionally distinctive!
And within Iolam's memories and understanding, even among the countless beings throughout the world, only one fellow possessed such strange traits...
A fellow whose reputation constantly swayed back and forth between good and bad...
A fellow who was clearly a demon, yet had gone to the Nine-Layered Hell to serve as a Devil Master—and was said not to manage anything at all...
"..."
After a brief silence.
Filled with confusion and vigilance, Iolam could not help but ask:
"Why are you here?"
Having asked that, before the other party could answer.
Realizing that his words had carried a hint of ambiguity, he hurriedly changed them:
"Why are you inside the effects of my Divination Spell?"
"Did you forcibly alter my spell's effects?"
As he spoke, his brows unconsciously furrowed tighter.
He was beginning to doubt whether what he was seeing and hearing was real...
Iolam had collected the vast majority of the spells within the entire kingdom.
Among them, there was no shortage of spells and rituals concerning devils...
Out of curiosity and a desire to investigate, he had personally put those spells and rituals into practice and conducted experiments with them.
Thus, he had naturally interacted with Orsaga, that