Damn, I wonder if any old acquaintances are in there...
If I run into one, wouldn't I get to kill them to celebrate...?
That would be pretty damn sweet...
Finally, after some difficult deliberation.
Orsaga ultimately decided that since he was already there, he might as well go in, and walked straight over.
The greeters' eyes lit up, and they promptly came forward to welcome him.
Their faces all wore the look of people who had spotted a big spender.
In fact.
Over the question of who would attend to him.
A small disagreement broke out among them right then and there.
After all.
This was tied to their sales figures.
A customer's purchasing power equaled their commission.
And someone with a squad of Mersaid's personal troops following behind him.
No matter how they looked at it, he was a walking god of wealth!
If a big shot like him bought even a few things, they would make a killing!
So the succubi, with their graceful figures and beautiful faces, all greeted him with fiery enthusiasm.
Though they dared not touch Orsaga directly, they still swarmed around him like flies.
However.
As a deeply nostalgic.
Abyss Demon who had come looking for old acquaintances.
Orsaga had not come to buy anything at all.
And so their calculations had ultimately been wasted...
Perhaps a few million years was a little too long for lesser creatures.
By this point.
Those familiar faces were no longer at their familiar posts.
They might have left the shop after receiving promotions and raises, met an unfortunate and untimely end within those mere million years, or been eaten as snacks by passing customers...
In the end.
After wasting several dozen minutes without finding any of his old acquaintances, Orsaga casually bought some unusual plants from