Even if he was a little baffled.
Orsaga, long accustomed to his believers automatically filling in all sorts of inexplicable scenarios every day.
Had actually grown used to all kinds of strange developments beyond expectation.
After all.
Across these endless planes.
His believers all possessed entirely different lives and personalities.
Very often.
Even without intending to, they would still impose their own emotions and thoughts onto Orsaga before taking action.
For example, after spending the day thinking about something, they might suddenly have a dream.
After waking up.
With their minds still not fully clear, they might directly take it as an Apocalypse!
Then, shouting all manner of Orsaga's titles—the Crimson King, the Blood Water Calamity, the God of Illusory Destruction...—they would go and do all sorts of things with complete confidence...
The simplest example of this was the God of Christianity.
Did He really care about mortals fighting one another, and all those religious wars?
Witches being roasted? Indulgences?
Were those truly orders He had given?
Missionaries molesting **? Believers massacring heretics?
He had not sent down divine punishment.
So those were all things He tacitly approved of?
Not necessarily.
Perhaps He simply had not noticed.
Just as humans could not constantly pay attention to whether the ants at their feet moved their left leg or right leg first.
Yet that did not stop His believers from thinking that way.
Thus.
Every now and then.
Orsaga would end up taking the blame for some mess his believers had caused.
You saved a world?
What the hell did that have to do with me?
Don't tell me that.
What?
You said I had issued a Divine Decree and even appeared in the Pope's dreams?
So that was why you went to save it?
"..."
You destroyed a world?
What the