Seeing Golanel finally set aside the matter of advancing to Abyss Lord for the time being, looking thoroughly bored with it.
Orsaga had no particular thoughts or plans about it.
Ambition was a good thing.
If possible, helping Golanel and the others advance was something he considered very necessary.
But that issue undoubtedly ranked below improving his own strength.
The reason lay in his role as their mainstay.
As the mainstay of everyone on his side.
Only when Orsaga himself was strong enough would Golanel and the others have more opportunities to improve their strength and lead safer, easier lives.
It was a very simple matter.
In the face of it, all other contributing factors seemed less important.
For now, all Golanel and the others could do was try whenever an opportunity arose.
And see whether they could advance.
If no opportunity arose.
They could only wait patiently.
Perhaps, somewhere in that endless future, an opportunity was waiting for them...
It was also at that moment.
A vast streak of blood-colored light swept through every obstacle in spacetime with unstoppable force. Under the gazes of countless onlookers, it plunged into the Crimson Heaven, went straight to the hall where Orsaga was, and merged with his body...
Under the illumination of that blood-colored radiance.
Apart from Golanel, who remained unaffected and looked as composed as ever.
Even the maids attending Orsaga could not help feeling a peculiar sense of oppression.
Like insects that had sensed a trace of dragon's might.
They instinctively understood that it was an irresistible power!
An absolute gulf separated that radiance from their own level of life.
While it made them subconsciously fearful, it also compelled them to revere the source of it all—Orsaga—even more.
As the object of their fanatical worship, it was only natural for