A few days later.
Most of the Legendary Dragon Species had huddled together with the Dragon God, continuing to play Voldemort as they prepared to keep observing the situation from the shadows.
At last, a piece of information was relayed to the Dragon God by certain mortal sects that worshipped dragons.
'Gith?'
Looking at the intelligence report stating that Gith had slaughtered large numbers of Power Dragons in full view of the public,
Bahamut could not help sinking into deep thought and confusion.
He did not remember ever having any dealings with the Gith.
As for their gods, he had never even met them once, so there was no question of conflict or hostility.
Therefore,
although he knew they had invaded the World of Toril, Bahamut had never taken them seriously.
After all, dragons were not the ones calling the shots now. An invasion was just an invasion...
Thus,
he was somewhat perplexed by the Gith taking the initiative to provoke him.
He did not know what exactly they wanted.
Or what they were plotting.
'It feels like there's a conspiracy...'
'Could they have joined forces with one of my old rivals...?'
Amid his confusion and hesitation,
with so many suspicious points, he found it difficult to decide what his next move should be.
Yet as Bahamut's hypothetical enemy, Orsaga had not given him the slightest thought at all.
Even after killing his subordinates, Orsaga had not bothered concealing the traces. He had simply left openly and brazenly, leaving behind a mountain of evidence.
Right now,
although several days had passed since the incident,
Orsaga was still enjoying that delicious meal.
For example, he was sitting at a stone table, calmly cooking hot pot.
The only thing that troubled him slightly was that the induction cooker's power was truly insufficient.