Looking at her, clearly not having understood the meaning behind his words.
Orsaga casually tapped the air with the index finger of his right hand.
From a bookshelf beside Wanwan,
a book with an exceedingly high-grade cover immediately flew over on its own.
"Les Misérables—by Victor Hugo."
It was one of the books that came with the estate.
Wanwan had read it before, but she had only learned the rough outline of its contents.
To be honest, even its previous owner had never read what was inside.
After all, its primary purpose was merely to sit on the bookshelf and automatically cultivate the estate owner's noble sentiments.
There was no damn point in reading it.
The people living here were all Persons Above Persons. Why should they bother learning about the miserable lives of the lowly rabble?
To sympathize with the people?
Now, as that nearly brand-new book arrived in Orsaga's hands,
with every turn of the pages,
the words upon them automatically transformed into images.
Images that looked vividly lifelike and could move on their own.
But after taking a few more glances,
Wanwan discovered that those scenes were actually connected to another world...
Every movement of the people within them truly reflected what was happening in that world.
"As you can see, this is a book called 'Les Misérables.' It is connected to a world I just created—a world called Les Misérables. The scenes it presents are the various plotlines from the book, except they are more logical and complete, with much more content that was not originally in the book. After all, no real world can possibly be described clearly in just a few hundred thousand words."
After calmly mentioning that he had created a world in an instant, Orsaga pointed at a wretched beggar character in