Orsaga paid little attention to what Faltershi thought.
Though the man was reasonably powerful.
His value was ultimately limited.
At most, he could bring Orsaga a few benefits.
For instance, high-level plane Origin, which generally only those at the abyss lord level could obtain, was Orsaga's main incentive for making all sorts of deals with them.
And this was also the prerequisite for maintaining their so-called friendship.
Profit was often indispensable when Orsaga interacted with his so-called acquaintances.
By nature, he cared nothing for outsiders.
He would hardly develop any feelings for them through mere interaction.
This was especially true after he became a demon lord, watching countless years of sweeping change and bloody carnage, and witnessing endless destruction and hope.
As for how things would go when he interacted with his fellow natives of the Bottomless Abyss?
Even if he was a little unhinged.
He knew perfectly well that the safest course was to kill every last one of them.
And so.
When the Subordinate Clone left with Faltershi.
Even though Orsaga noticed the complicated emotions in the man's heart, his face.
Showed little expression at all.
While silently digesting the high-level plane Origin to replenish the authorities he had lost when creating Ideal Dreamland, he did not even forget to leisurely eat the food before him...
Since he had successfully secured the benefits he was due.
There was nothing about Faltershi's side of things that warranted any particular concern.
He merely needed to fulfill his obligations under the Abyssal Contract...
The half of his authorities he had split off when creating Ideal Dreamland back then.
Had affected Orsaga most severely by permanently halving the rate at which his strength increased.
Unless he could devour someone roughly as powerful as himself.
Otherwise.
There was essentially no way to