The Black Pharaoh, a god who struck fear into the vast majority of lower Great Old Ones.
Violet Thornflower first made a mental note of that.
Then she turned to question Kregya, who stood beside her and had already automatically joined the ranks of her best friends.
"Kregya, who is the Black Pharaoh?"
"Why have I never heard that name in any records of the Great Old Ones?"
Seeing Violet Thornflower's innocent, smiling face as she asked,
Kregya did not hide anything.
Of course, in the eyes of someone whose strength approached-or even reached-that of an upper Great Old One, ranking among the world's top ten,
the Black Pharaoh, whose very name made the low-ranking Great Old Ones pale, was probably no more than an ordinary child who failed to interest her!
If he did manage to catch her interest,
Kregya could absolutely swat the likes of him down with a single slap apiece!
So, in response to Violet Thornflower's question, Kregya answered gently:
"The Black Pharaoh?"
"Just a prisoner who's gone a little mad."
When she spoke of this being, Kregya made no attempt to conceal her disdain for him.
In truth, naturally arrogant and hot-tempered as she was, Kregya looked at everyone as though they were trash.
Even if someone was ostensibly a Middle Great Old One of the same rank as her, unless she had fought them and experienced their strength,
Kregya would never feel the slightest respect for them!
But Violet Thornflower was different. In Kregya's mind, this one should not be called an enemy, or even an opponent.
She should be called what human society termed a best friend.
So Kregya was actually rather gentle with Violet Thornflower:
"You know about the Seal World, right? It's a medium-sized world that fellow Yog-Sothoth found, where Nyarlathotep