Pennywise.
As an old friend of Orsaga.
Back when they first met, Orsaga had been thoroughly beaten by him.
And on top of that, he had been thrown beside Mazhuling, resulting in him dying countless times in succession.
He had come within a hair's breadth of truly dying for good.
It could only be said that he had been lucky: Mazhuling had not regarded him as anything worth caring about and, after merely taking a glance, had been too lazy to pay him any further attention.
Back then, when he had merely been an Upper Demon, he would otherwise have been dead for certain.
Therefore.
In a sense, they truly could be said to share a deep-seated blood feud!
At least, by normal people's standards...
But unfortunately.
As someone who had never, since the day of his birth, developed emotions such as resentment or holding grudges...
The remarkably even-tempered Orsaga did not actually have any particularly strong feelings about that incident.
Given his personality.
Even if he wanted revenge.
It would definitely not be out of hatred.
At most, it would merely be to regain some face, or to find a little amusement. Nothing more.
It definitely would not be because the other party had nearly killed him.
At his core, as someone who followed the rule of the strong devouring the weak.
Orsaga did not feel much about killing others.
Likewise.
He did not feel much about others trying to kill him.
Even if they had nearly succeeded.
Everything.
In his eyes, was only natural.
It was all perfectly reasonable!
There was nothing wrong with it at all!!
Therefore.
He naturally did not take such matters too seriously.
Power reigned supreme, and the strong were revered!
A gain was a gain, a loss was a loss, and death was