Crimson Heaven.
Orsaga was crouching by the edge of that small pool formed from a plane, watching the scenes unfolding within it.
Inside, the story had already reached the final stage of the great melee between the Court of Transmigrators and the Reincarnator Forum...
At this moment.
After receiving Lady of Pain's reply and learning that she had refused to trade with him, he casually withdrew his thoughts from that plane.
Then, unhurriedly, smiling, he accepted the tea Golanel had just appeared beside him and personally handed over.
It truly was nothing more than ordinary tea.
Tea leaves that were a local specialty from some plane.
They were not some precious treasure.
Drinking it brought no special effects beyond a trace of sweetness and a delicate fragrance.
The reason Orsaga was smiling was solely because of the person who had brewed the tea for him.
Seeing his smile, Golanel, who knew he had just wanted to make a deal with some being, kissed his cheek. After smoothing out her dress, she casually sat down beside him, pressed close against him.
Then, curiosity in her expression, she asked:
"Did your deal succeed?"
Faced with her question, Orsaga leisurely took a sip of tea before answering with composure:
"No."
"She refused very decisively."
"But that was an expected outcome. It doesn't matter."
Seeing his reaction.
Golanel nodded.
Then she extended a hand, stirring the water in the pool before her as she continued to ask:
"Then what next? Do you still have plans for them?"
She knew that when it came to things that interested him, Orsaga generally would not give up easily just because he encountered a few setbacks.
Not to mention setbacks he had expected all along.
He had surely already formed some ideas in his mind.
Most likely, he