Faced with Orsaga's personally styled, friendly and polite greeting.
Koma, who had dealt with him before and knew exactly what kind of person he was, was not surprised in the slightest.
Nor had he been wounded by that cheap air of his, like some kind of passive skill.
All in all.
What he felt was only a complicated emotion mixed with a trace of inner conflict.
Still.
Koma did not hesitate for long.
Very quickly, he turned his attention back to Lady of Pain.
"My Lord, what did you need me for?"
He appeared as though Orsaga had not affected him at all.
Nor did he have any intention of giving that fellow Orsaga the time of day.
He treated him entirely as transparent, intending to ignore him from the very root of things.
And in truth.
Although Orsaga's flirtatious nonsense had sounded thoroughly off-putting, he had not actually been talking nonsense.
Koma had indeed become visibly more pathetic!
Having left his native time and space—the Dominia Plane—even though Lady of Pain had granted him an interdimensional immigration visa and thus residence rights in this plane.
This place was, in the end, not the land that had birthed and raised him.
The power he once possessed was extremely ill-suited to the local conditions here...
The feeling was like someone who existed only after all their cells and individual consciousness had been linked together by the Four Fundamental Forces—Strong Nuclear Force, Weak Nuclear Force, Electromagnetic Force, and gravity—being suddenly thrown into a place without the Four Fundamental Forces.
That was countless times more fatal than throwing a goldfish into the mouth of a boiling volcano!
Everything from his past was denied outright.
Whether body, soul, consciousness, or the power he possessed, all became false products that could not exist.
Under such