Seven days later.
In a community on the banks of the River Thames, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, within the central garden of a private estate, beside an angel statue carved from marble.
Orsaga lay on his side.
Resting against a beautiful maid's soft thighs, he leisurely ate the mexican bbq she served him.
Two other maids stood nearby, fanning him manually with banana leaves to dispel the summer heat.
Don't ask why he did not use mechanical refrigeration, and don't ask why a Flame Demon needed to ward off heat.
This was the style he wanted.
He looked every bit the decadent country squire.
And he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely!
At that moment, the Housekeeper, dressed in a full steward's uniform, entered from outside. She hurried forward and reported to Orsaga with some urgency in her expression:
"My lord, several Destruction Beasts have appeared in central London again. They have already caused considerable casualties. Should you..."
Clearly, she had received orders from her superiors and come to ask for aid.
But before she could finish, Orsaga cut her off directly:
"It's fine. Someone has gone to deal with them..."
Just as he said that, Orsaga noticed that the situation had changed, so he casually amended himself:
"Oh, no, they've already started fighting~"
Even so, he still showed no intention of setting out to stop the conflict.
He was wholly playing the part of a distant onlooker to whom it had nothing to do with.
Facing this fellow, who had clearly watched everything from beginning to end and sat waiting for things to blow up, the Housekeeper's cheek twitched slightly. Only her excellent training allowed her to maintain her elegance.
Yet her heart was still filled with helplessness.
After only a few