The Multiverse (DND Plane).
Inside Sigil City.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at Orsaga, who had suddenly begun sighing in sorrow before her,
Lady of Pain's face, hidden behind her mask, revealed a trace of puzzlement.
She did not understand why Orsaga, who had been perfectly fine just moments ago, had suddenly taken on such a melancholy expression.
"Nothing. I'm just about to become a father, so my state of mind is a little complicated for the moment..."
Even though the Orsaga here was merely an avatar.
His consciousness was connected to his true body.
Or rather.
They had always been one consciousness.
It was merely a matter of multitasking.
The equivalent of operating along multiple threads.
To him,
simultaneously conversing with countless beings and thinking about countless matters was no trouble at all. He had long since grown accustomed to it.
Therefore,
he naturally felt somewhat troubled over the matter of offspring as well.
"..."
Yet, faced with his answer,
Lady of Pain, who had not expected this in the slightest, fell into an indescribable silence.
As someone who was single,
the problem Orsaga was now facing truly touched upon a blind spot in her knowledge.
Still, after holding it in for a while,
she honestly said,
"Descendants... That already sounds rather troublesome..."
In her view,
merely dealing with all sorts of messy experimental creations already wasted plenty of time.
And so-called descendants
were truly somewhat unnecessary...
After all, those things were not like experimental creations that could simply be crushed to death with a casual hand.
They required genuine effort and care.
Orsaga naturally nodded in considerable agreement with her opinion.
"It really is troublesome."
"I'm considering how I can properly fulfill the role of a father..."
"If I accidentally raise my descendants into failures, I can't exactly just delete