As the well-informed Goddess of Magic,
to say that Mystra and Orsaga had never interacted
was obviously impossible!
Of course,
given Orsaga's calamitous nature,
in this regard,
Mystra inevitably harbored a slight prejudice against Orsaga.
But overall, things remained fairly stable.
Aside from wanting to kill him quickly yet having no way to do so,
she held no overly negative views or thoughts about him.
Take the present moment, for example.
Even though the other party's attitude was somewhat vile,
Orsaga still familiarly took the initiative to soothe her:
"Sweetheart, don't be so distant."
"We go way back~"
Yes, Orsaga, who had wrought countless sins, actually had an indescribably tangled relationship with Mystra as well.
They were not merely acquaintances.
Now,
in the interest of convenience,
as a trashy demon,
Orsaga could not even be bothered to change how he addressed people.
He directly applied the term he had previously used for Shar to Mystra instead, making one thing serve two purposes.
While swift and convenient,
it immediately made the expressions of both women even more disgusted.
It truly made one sigh that people's hearts were no longer what they once were.
Though none of those present were human.
At once, Mystra rapidly said with a face full of revulsion:
"Don't call me by such a disgusting name!"
"What exactly did you come here for?"
Still disregarding her hostility,
Orsaga answered with complete candor:
"Didn't I come to celebrate for you?"
"Sweethearts, the two of you became the Champions of this Cataclysm of the Saints. It truly makes me lament that people's hearts are no longer what they once were, that the world is ever-changing, that this is a delightful sight, that we share in sorrow... In short, I'm truly happy for you. Shall we take this chance to have