Living High-level Plane

"What happened? Did someone just attack this place?"

The voice carried a hint of surprise.

Its owner entered the palace with a grave expression.

Behind her came Allison and the others, equally on guard.

Unlike those who knew nothing of what had happened because the Timeline had been forcibly revised,

Golanel and the others, as mistresses of this place, clearly remembered that something bad had happened in the palace.

They had also sensed the Crimson Heaven itself take a considerable hit, shaking violently twice.

But now Orsaga had forcibly restored everything, erasing every trace.

As though nothing had happened at all!

They were both astonished and wary.

In a way, it was almost funny.

The Crimson Heaven stood in the vicious Bottomless Abyss, and its ruler, Orsaga, was a madman himself.

Yet this was the first time it had come under attack from an outside force since its founding.

Across all those long years, not one powerful being had ever come looking for trouble.

Life here had been absurdly peaceful—even more secure than life in most territories located in safe regions!

So secure it was hard to believe!

After so long without incident, that sudden attack had immediately set Golanel and the others on edge.

They even feared it might be the first warning sign, with more attacks soon to come crashing down.

Under their concerned gazes, Orsaga thought for a moment. Feeling that he had lost face, he answered somewhat tactfully:

"There's no need to worry. That hardly counted as an attack. At most, it was a warning or a test."

Gann's strike had caught him off guard and cost him some pride.

But that was the extent of his losses.

Put in human terms, the blow had not even scratched Orsaga.

As a Demon Lord powerful enough to