Another half month passed.
"Don't..."
"I don't want this..."
"Hehehe, now that you've fallen into my hands, what you want doesn't matter. The offspring of a demon and a god—just hearing that sounds interesting..."
Watching Graz'zt, who had finally captured Wojin after some effort, happily head farther and farther away, Orsaga felt as though he were watching a weasel that had successfully stolen a chicken.
In the distance, Orsaga, who was riding a shared bicycle along a beautiful river of lava and enjoying the scenery, could not help but gently shake his head.
He remarked with considerable disdain:
"What a shameless pair. Being this intimate in broad daylight is truly corrupting public morals."
As for the fact that the two were not mutually willing, and that Wojin, a private car for business use, would most likely be forced to change her services, he did not particularly care.
In this plane.
Many interpersonal relationships could be compared to those of medieval Earth—relationship charts that required a bit of brainpower to understand.
So, everyone's relationships here were truly rather messy!
The relationships among the various gods were equally messy.
It could not be said that all gods were fooling around with men and women.
But at least more than half of them were.
Countless lovers everywhere was one thing.
Melodramatic little family dramas also happened often. There had even been more than one occasion where the god king and the Queen of Gods had torn into each other on the spot!
Some gods even changed their own sex before wantonly fooling around with others, making Orsaga cry out in disgust at the depravity, lamenting that divine hearts were no longer what they once were.
Fortunately, he was not very interested in those who changed sex.
Besides, he had always refused to recognize