"Though he was a king who spoke quite bluntly, he was unexpectedly considerate. May I introduce myself?" After Dinosaur King took a seat at the very back, Koyanskaya seemed quite interested in him and immediately walked over. As the Dinosaur King, he had said he wanted to hear the story, yet no Dinos gave up a seat for him. Instead, he took the last seat in order. Such a thing would never have happened in Pan-Human History.
"No need. You're the one who provides Black Tezcatlipoca with excess wisdom." Dinosaur King looked coldly at Koyanskaya. He clearly knew who she was. After all, he too was Tezcatlipoca. Red, white, blue, and black—those were Tezcatlipoca's four incarnations. The one in Mexico City was Black Tezcatlipoca.
"If you want to do business with the Dinos, suit yourself. But that assumes a Dinos wants your merchandise." As he finished speaking, Dinosaur King suddenly smiled. Naturally, he knew Koyanskaya's objective, but unfortunately, this was Dinos territory, not Ocelotl territory.
"How utterly merciless. It's true that I've sold exactly zero items so far, but that's beside the point. A business cannot be built overnight; one must proceed steadily, step by step. What I seek isn't merely money, but something far greater in return." Though Koyanskaya had yet to sell a single item to the Dinos, she was not discouraged. For her, money was secondary when it came to business.
"Oh, so that was your true goal. What an interesting woman. But obviously, you will suffer tremendous losses." Dinosaur King ignored Koyanskaya after that and turned his gaze toward Mash, Ritsuka, and the others ahead.
"Why did you stop? Continue. Tell us about the hypothetical world where Mictlan was never born, about the many worlds you witnessed along your journey."
Today, Mash and Ritsuka were telling