One Wave Had Barely Settled When Another Rose

François: "Hello, Mr. ORT! I don't taste good, so please don't eat me."

Francesca: "Good luck! I believe you can do it. If fate permits, I'll tell you how the story ends. Go on without worry."

François was the Servant, while Francesca was the Master, so naturally François was the one sent to deliver himself.

The moment he got a little closer, François was bound by a tentacle ORT had sprouted and dragged before it.

Looking at ORT, whose eyeballs were bigger than his entire body, François pleaded for mercy. Whether it could understand him was another matter.

As ORT opened its enormous maw, François was delivered straight inside by the tentacle. ORT's eyes immediately shone with a brilliant red light.

Then ORT began swaying from side to side. Having remained motionless for so long seemed to have caused its body to stiffen.

As it swayed, the ground trembled as though an earthquake had struck, and the entire continent felt the vibrations.

Francesca watched ORT activate with satisfaction and was about to leave when a tentacle suddenly lashed out and grabbed her, as if saying, Come along too.

As the tentacle withdrew, Francesca joined François in sharing the same fate. ORT effortlessly scored a double kill.

When Francesca opened her eyes, she found herself seemingly inside one of its organs, with François beside her.

François: "It looks like we won't die right away. ORT seems to be absorbing the magical energy of the Command Spells. We might even get to see Snowfield City's destruction."

Francesca: "Not a bad spot. We can even see outside. This is practically a premium seat."

Neither of them showed any panic over their impending deaths. They were even chatting and laughing.

After devouring the two of them, ORT was completely unleashed. Its eyes no longer