Dimogegen had no idea what strange things Mephistopheles was thinking about at this moment.
Right now, just as his expression showed, he was thinking things over with utmost seriousness.
His two baboon heads—the personalities known as Amur and Heslati—were genuinely not tearing into each other over their actions.
Whether it was the relatively sinister and cunning one or the relatively violent and crazed one, both were the same!
All that could be said was that Orsaga's overwhelming tyranny was truly terrifying!
Even if they were not human, they still had to fear him!!
The minor punishments from back then had left Amur and Heslati with an exceptionally deep impression. They had experienced what it meant to regret being born, what it meant for death to be preferable to life. Even on the Time Scale of tens of thousands of years, that fear and those impressions could not be worn away in the slightest. Even merely recalling them now and then made them feel as though the skin all over their bodies was being peeled off.
Thus, faced with Orsaga's orders, the two of them could only reluctantly put their clever little brains to work...
However, correspondingly, some of the information revealed in Orsaga's previous orders kept echoing deep within their hearts.
All the gods of the World of Toril had actually been cast down into the mortal world by the God Above Gods for committing some grave mistake, and their powers had all been restricted...
This was truly a chance that came once in ten thousand years... No, since the God Above Gods created countless worlds, this had completely been the one and only time...
If I could take the opportunity to devour a few gods...
Imagining the flavor and value of those fallen gods, Dimogegen could not help feeling