The gap between the strong and the weak was not merely a matter of raw strength.
Knowledge, temperament, ideas, experience...
Those were equally important.
A powerful beast of burden was still a beast of burden.
It would still want to keep its head down and eat grass.
It would still be driven to plow fields and haul cargo.
In that regard.
Although Orsaga was somewhat neurotic, he had always been a tyrant.
He had been born wanting to trample over everyone else and lord it over them.
Even if he joined some faction, all he wanted in his heart was to be the boss.
If he could not be, then he would rebel or leave.
He was a pure rebel.
And as his daughter.
Melolina was naturally the same.
Or rather, even more so.
Just like the meaning of her name—The Most Noble.
She was a natural-born tyrant.
From the moment she had been born.
Even before she had awakened.
She had instinctively known one thing.
She was invincible.
She had been born to possess everything.
Other than her family, there was no need to hold anything else in her heart.
The entire Multiverse was merely a very simple game.
There was no need to care, no need to bother.
The reason she had caused no commotion all these years.
Was merely because she felt there was no need.
Having never paid any attention to those boring matters.
Rather than waste time with a group of irrelevant people.
She was more willing to play games or chat with her father.
Thus.
Now that she had suddenly decided to do something, she had barely managed to stir up a little interest in moving about.
It could be called going out to play.
Or it could be called taking a little stroll.