Recuperate and Rebuild

What was Orsaga's temperament like?

Barely Acceptable.

It had nothing to do with whether he was gentle or not.

Unlike ordinary Abyss Demons, who were practically all hot-tempered brutes.

He almost never got angry.

Nor did he reject others trying to reason with him.

In any case, he did not care even if they did; whatever would happen still happened. It went in one ear and out the other.

When it came to killing.

He mostly just followed his mood and the benefits involved.

In a good mood?

Kill a few to celebrate.

In a bad mood?

Kill a few to celebrate.

Was there profit to be made?

Kill a few.

After all, every little bit earned counted.

No profit to be made?

Kill a few.

After all, now that I've come all this way, I might as well kill if I can.

In short, he acted according to fate.

When fate arrived and someone ran into his hands.

That was simply their bad luck!

Right now, because of Mavis's somewhat confused remarks about her place, Orsaga's mood had soured slightly. He had been displeased for a brief instant.

In his eyes, as a toy, one had to possess the proper self-awareness.

When you let a maid sit down to eat, but she pushed her luck and demanded to become the mistress of the house.

Would that do?

Sometimes, of course, it would.

Stories and cases of sparrows flying onto branches to become phoenixes were not uncommon.

But that required one prerequisite: the master of the house had to consider you his equal, or relatively equal!

Yet that condition did not apply here.

To Orsaga, aside from beings powerful enough to converse with him as equals or even look down on him as a matter of course.

Only Golanel, Allison,