After a stretch of time long enough for ordinary people to die of old age dozens of times.
Within Crimson Heaven.
Orsaga was still amicably negotiating various terms and details with the distant OAA through remote contact.
As an Abyss Demon.
Contracts were one of Orsaga's innate specialties.
And as a High-level Living Plane, OAA was undoubtedly well-traveled and knowledgeable. There were no loopholes in contracts for Orsaga to exploit.
It could be said.
Both parties at the negotiating table were genuinely troublesome characters.
The sort who could make negotiators from every walk of life so frantic while discussing terms that they suffered cerebral hemorrhages!
Thus, the Abyssal Contract they drafted was naturally impeccable in every respect.
It was precise down to every detail, every imaginable development.
Like a seamless curtain, it had not a single flaw!
Therefore.
The process of drafting the details was inevitably somewhat cumbersome.
Taking a little more time was entirely reasonable.
And that tiny flaw was no different from no flaw at all to two immortal beings.
They did not care about such trivial matters at all...
In fact, in their eyes, discussing terms could even serve as a kind of amusement, something to occupy a sliver of their attention.
After all, discussing matters required a prerequisite.
That was for both sides to believe the other was worth their attention and consideration...
For example, there was no value in negotiating between humans and ants.
Unfortunately.
For both Orsaga and OAA, most existences in the world were little different from ants.
So, for the two of them, getting together to shoot the breeze was a fairly good experience too. They were bored anyway...
And besides that.
This matter had also given Orsaga some other ideas.
Ideas concerning his old acquaintance—Gann!
Their relationship.
From a mortal's perspective.