Crimson Heaven.
Mount Oulusegaho.
Inside the enormous palace at the very summit of the towering mountain.
Seated in her own seat, which symbolized her status as the mistress of Crimson Heaven, Golanel watched the faint excitement on Orsaga's face beside her.
Unsure whether that portion of his true body had finished fighting yet, she shook her head lightly and could not help remarking:
"To make you this happy..."
"Was your opponent really that strong?"
She knew that Orsaga had always wanted to fight an opponent of sufficient caliber.
But certain factors had kept him from taking any substantial action.
So, regarding this long-awaited battle of his...
Golanel was a little curious too.
In response to her question, Orsaga answered in high spirits:
"That fellow should be somewhere in the middle of the Demon Lord tier."
"He isn't weak, but in an actual fight, given how our abilities match up, I should have a hundred percent chance of winning..."
At that point...
To keep Golanel from misunderstanding him, Orsaga added:
"Of course, that only means winning."
"At my level, in a one-on-one fight, being certain that I can beat him doesn't mean I can truly kill him."
"Unless I'm willing to pay a hefty price, I can probably only kill him a few times without doing any meaningful damage."
"He could revive right where he died in the blink of an eye."
"Even settling for sealing him away would be a very troublesome undertaking. I'd have to make all sorts of preparations beforehand..."
After hearing what Orsaga had to say, Golanel showed no surprise. She simply nodded in agreement:
"That was to be expected. After all, even a Great Demon's immortality is enough to let them revive without any losses under normal circumstances, so a Demon Lord would naturally be even