After serving as a Demon Lord in the Bottomless Abyss for so many years,
although Orsaga had not often engaged in large-scale conflicts with others of the same rank,
he had accumulated no small number of all kinds of messy grudges.
After all, there was no need to say more about what sort of environment that place of simple, honest folk was.
Never coming into conflict with anyone else?
Only if one shut the country's doors and sealed oneself away.
Otherwise, it was downright impossible.
Especially once one had a great family and a great enterprise, it was even more so!
Today, you robbed one of my caravans; tomorrow, I slaughtered one of your armies. The day after, the two of us had a scuffle. If the other party proved to be a tough nut, we acted as if nothing had happened. If they seemed weak enough, we sent the neighbor on their way.
Therefore,
though the issues had not been major,
over the long years,
Orsaga's mind had long since accumulated a lengthy blacklist.
And now, Orsaga intended to settle every score in one fell swoop, thoroughly KOing all those who had never been dealt with in the past.
To accomplish that,
from the moment he had planned to enter the Abyss Blood Battlefield,
he had continuously collected the avatars of old enemies through all manner of methods.
This included, but was not limited to, capturing them himself, hiring others to capture them, bribing powerful indigenous beings within the planes his targets were attacking to capture them... In short, the means and excuses for acting were too numerous to describe simply.
Moreover,
before capturing them,
to keep anyone from noticing something was amiss,
Orsaga would deliberately wait many years before making his move.
At a time, he would lie