They looked free, but in truth, they were not all that free.
They seemed to be doing well, yet at any moment, they could face all manner of misfortune.
The weak ultimately had no real power of choice.
Even so-called gods were no exception.
When facing those of a higher order, lofty titles were utterly useless.
At this moment.
Although Orsaga and the Lady of Pain were competing over a few game-playing techniques, in essence, it truly did not amount to any sort of conflict.
They really were merely playing a harmless game.
It could even be seen as the two of them playing cards to pass the time.
Therefore.
Neither Orsaga nor the Lady of Pain revealed any emotion that could be called hostility toward the other.
Their manner of communication.
Was, as always, calm and placid as water, without the slightest change.
In a daze, it seemed as though the life-and-death fighting over in the World of Toril had absolutely nothing to do with either of them.
Though even those who were fighting for their lives might not know why they had to go through any of it...
After a while.
As Orsaga strolled down the street and casually continued chatting with the Lady of Pain beside him.
A subtle fluctuation of space-time arose, and a slender snake, roughly the same size as an ordinary snake, slowly crawled out from the other side of space-time.
After appearing, Koma paid no attention to Orsaga watching from nearby and spoke to the Lady of Pain on his own accord:
"My lord, the news has more or less been spread. Many Native Factions from various worlds have now taken an interest in the situation over in the World of Toril."
"Before long, different factions should begin heading to the World of