Just as Solam was dumbfounded, the Queen of Chaos finally emerged from her previous mysterious state. She looked herself over, curled her lips, and said irritably, "Sigh, in the end, I've returned to this ugly form."
Hearing that, Solam nearly choked on his own saliva. This... ugly? What kind of fucked-up standards of beauty were those?
But on second thought, she seemed to be right. The Queen of Chaos was an Obyrith demon. To Obyrith demons, this face that mortals considered breathtakingly beautiful was undoubtedly hideous. As creations of primordial chaos, the Obyriths were immensely proud. They often took pride in this and looked down on all other life, firmly believing that they were life's ultimate evolutionary form—the most perfect beings. After all, in the Obyrith view, all things would eventually return to chaos.
Conversely, what mortals called beauty was utterly worthless in their eyes. Why did the Obyriths look down on the Tanar'ri? Wasn't it because the Tanar'ri were ultimately born from mortal souls, bound to mortals by countless ties? To the Obyriths, that was as revolting as mixing a lump of shit into fine flour.
In short, the Queen of Chaos thought the appearance Solam found stunningly beautiful was worthless. There was nothing wrong with that. It was perfectly logical—at least by Obyrith logic.
At that moment, Solam had wanted to toss out a few lewd remarks to flirt with her. Men tended to act that way when they saw a beautiful woman. But when he recalled what the Queen of Chaos had looked like before, he felt that flirting still required a bit of courage. At the very least, before he could forget her previous appearance, Solam did not have that courage.
So he forcibly swallowed the dirty line that was about to leave his mouth. Their