"Truly impressive, Mare. Among the Guardians, only you possess such efficient construction speed."
Demiurge praised him sincerely from the side, making Mare, who was waving his staff to guide the earth into forming thick walls, feel embarrassed.
"P-please... don't say that, Lord Demiurge. I'm merely doing what I can..."
Mare's voice grew quieter and quieter, while the dark skin unique to dark elves became tinged with a blush, making him look even more endearing.
"Mare! How many times must I tell you? You need to gather your courage and confidence and answer people loudly. Only then can you slowly overcome your weak personality!" Mare's older sister Aura pressed a fist against the top of his head as she spoke, frustrated at his failure to improve.
Mare whimpered softly a few times, indicating that he was already trying his best to do so.
Aura helplessly flicked her ears and pinched Mare's cheek with her white-gloved hand.
She turned toward Demiurge and asked why the Great Tomb of Nazarick did not take the initiative to charge through that pale-white rift and crush their enemies.
"I'll make those who hurt Cocytus pay!" Aura raised her fist, while the many high-level magical beasts under her command snorted hot breaths to bolster their mistress's momentum.
Demiurge patiently explained to Aura, "This is naturally part of the Supreme Beings' plan. We cannot be certain what traps the enemy has set beyond the gate, so waiting at ease for the exhausted enemy is the safest and most reliable approach. Also, have you noticed that the walls surrounding the portal are especially thick? Even if you attacked them, it would take some effort to break through."
"I noticed. Is some kind of secret treasure buried inside?"
"Precious items sent by Lord Ainz are buried within. These things called