After Golanel and Orsaga had chatted for a while longer.
Allison, who had also come to see Orsaga, entered the room.
She looked at Golanel, who was stirring the water beside the pool, and at the images projected within it, where several factions were fighting in a chaotic melee.
Although she did not know exactly what Orsaga was up to, her current power allowed her to see through the situation in that plane with ease.
She asked casually:
"Are you running some kind of experiment?"
Sometimes, when he was bored, Orsaga would use planes as toys or conduct some inexplicable experiment with them.
Generally speaking.
Things never ended too well for them.
So.
She had grown somewhat accustomed to it.
And after asking her question.
Without waiting for Orsaga to answer, she leaned over sideways.
She sat sidesaddle directly on the shoulder of the crouching Orsaga.
Resting a hand on top of his head as though she were lounging on a sofa, she watched Golanel casually stir the water beside them.
Orsaga paid no mind to her sitting on him.
He explained very casually:
"Not really. I was just thinking of raising some creatures to fight and devour one another for fun."
At his answer.
Allison, who had not really cared much about the question to begin with, nodded. Well acquainted with how Orsaga operated, she sighed out of habit:
"Another one of your sudden whims?"
Her tone was just like someone watching a mischievous child catch a few crickets in a field and put them in a basin to play with.
Over those long years.
Every so often.
Some victims would be killed by Orsaga for utterly inexplicable reasons.
She and the others had long since grown used to that.
So there was no surprise in her voice, only