Melolina, crawling all over Orsaga as she lay in his arms, paid no heed to his question.
In her eyes,
rooms and such were not important.
Their greatest significance was merely that they stored many things given to her by her parents.
As for subordinates?
What subordinates?
Having single-handedly solo-cleared every enemy and casually brought the goods back with her, she did not care about such things in the slightest, nor did she need them at all.
So,
she merely said casually:
"Leave the room as it is."
"As for that bunch who might come running over to pledge themselves to me... Father can handle them however he sees fit."
"It would not matter if you simply ate them as food that delivered itself to your door."
Coldness, disregard, complete indifference...
If Orsaga was simply scummy, evil, and somewhat unhinged,
then Melolina possessed no concept of good or evil at all.
She did not regard such things as anything of consequence.
To her, treating those who came to pledge themselves to her as food and giving them to her father was entirely reasonable—or rather, it was the greatest practical value those creatures possessed.
Other than that,
if those creatures came knocking,
there was a very high chance she would simply kill them in passing.
Just like casually clearing away a bit of trash.
In every sense,
Orsaga's daughters had inherited many things from him.
For example: extremity.
They were even more extreme than he was.
Even the others with whom she had previously interacted quite a bit,
such as Imokku,
were still merely insignificant figures in Melolina and the others' eyes.
They were not much different from strangers.
By comparison,
Orsaga would at least glance at his herd of lackeys now and then, occasionally bestowing some favor upon them.
Yet