Did Orsaga have the ability to make money through normal means?
Of course he did, and he had plenty of ways to do it.
As long as he was willing to spend the time, whether mass-producing magical potions or manufacturing magical items on an assembly line, both would be effortless.
He could even establish a faction of his own, then create some robots or artificial lifeforms to serve as his lackeys and have them support him. That would not be difficult either.
It would be a matter of minutes.
But then came the problem.
In his eyes, the residents of Sigil City were mobile wallets, walking automatic cash machines. He only needed to take what he wanted whenever he wanted.
So why should he do anything unnecessary?
As the saying went, what was yours was his, and what was his was still his.
Orsaga had always adhered to this simple principle.
In fact.
If not for Lady of Pain's sake, and for the fact that he was an outsider who could not go too far.
Orsaga would probably have long since begun a mass brainwashing campaign, turning everyone into his lackeys...
Once that was done, he would not need to take whatever he wanted wherever he went.
Instead, wherever he went, bootlickers would follow, eagerly offering up tributes!
Now.
Listening to his matter-of-fact tone.
Lady of Pain understood that this damned scoundrel truly believed, deep down, that he was in the right.
He even acted utterly righteous about it!
For a moment.
Although she considered her own concepts of good and evil rather faint and did not care much about moral issues.
When facing Orsaga, Lady of Pain could only admit that she was inferior...
At the very least.
She could not act as he did and still be so