"It seems you don't care much that they want to steal your things."
Hearing the familiar voice beside him.
Orsaga, who was lying amid the flaming ruins, did not turn around.
Because he knew it was Lady of Pain.
And her sudden appearance was nothing worth making a fuss over.
As a God Above Gods.
Her appearing in any corner of this plane was nothing remarkable.
It was an authority she had been born with.
Although most of the time, she was too lazy to wander around and merely holed up in Sigil City as a shut-in...
Therefore.
Orsaga simply lounged comfortably amid the ruins. After shifting into another position, he answered calmly:
"What is there to care about?"
"It is just a trivial little matter."
"After all, there are infinitely many ants like this..."
Toward the distant Dwarf God-King—Moradin.
Orsaga's attitude was exactly as his words suggested.
He did not care in the slightest.
Whether Moradin called him foolish in his heart, or tried to seize the Slaughterer of All Beings.
In Orsaga's eyes, all of it was as light as dust.
Their greatest value and greatest use was merely to make Orsaga feel a trace of insignificant absurdity.
It could be said.
Once they accomplished that.
Whether it was Moradin, Kaleid, or that divine artifact called the Slaughterer of All Beings.
They had already created enough value!
They had not been created for nothing.
What sort of value?
Naturally, the value of making Orsaga feel faintly pleased...
As for the humiliation of being scorned by them, or their hostility in trying to seize his possessions?
Naturally, neither counted as anything.
Just as Orsaga had said before.
There were infinitely many ants like this.
Within that boundless expanse of time and space.
At every moment.
There were ambitious fellows