"Gith World?"
"Gith Empire?"
Looking at the intelligence he had obtained from some faction, Iolam, who had originally been pondering how to deal with the Felin Demon Sunflowers, immediately twitched at the corner of his mouth.
He felt deeply conflicted and frustrated.
It would have been one thing if others did not know much about it.
But as someone who had devoured the Mind Flayer Overlord thousands of years ago, absorbed its memories, and successfully taken control of this body—
Iolam's memories contained a great deal of information related to the Gith.
There were even memories from when that Mind Flayer Overlord had not yet fled to the World of Toril and was still throwing its weight around in the Gith World.
Thus, Iolam understood even more clearly just how deep the blood feud between the Gith and Mind Flayers ran.
First, the Gith had been defeated by the Mind Flayers and raised as food and slaves for thousands of years.
Then, after successfully rebelling, the Gith slaughtered the Mind Flayers until they became an endangered species, forcing them to flee to other worlds. Even most of their civilization's inheritance had been severed as a result...
It could be said—
This was true irreconcilable hatred!
A blood debt that could not be washed away even by pouring out every river and sea!
Only the complete extinction of one side could bring it to an end!!
Although Iolam felt that the conflict between the two should have nothing to do with him—
If the Gith Empire truly learned of his existence...
Iolam felt that they would not care in the slightest who the consciousness inside this body belonged to.
They would only want to grind this body to dust and scatter its ashes...
Therefore, faced with the aggressive Gith Empire, which