With that, Nyarlathotep raised a hand in greeting.
"Yo! Long time no see, old Yog."
Every book flew off the shelves, speaking in different voices-men and women, young and old.
"Long time no see..."
"Long time no see..."
"Long time no see..."
Yog lowered his eyelids slightly. All the books "shut up" and returned to their shelves exactly as they had been.
Nyarlathotep curled their lip.
"Tch! Stingy. What's wrong with giving me a few worlds to play with?"
Yog said softly,
"If playing were all you intended to do."
Nyarlathotep said no more. They plopped down opposite Yog, then casually pointed downstairs at Miss Puppet.
"You there. Oh, I remember-Supreme Intelligence, right? How about bringing yours truly a cup of tea? Booze works too."
As always, Miss Puppet set a tea tray and cup before Nyarlathotep and said,
"Please enjoy, Your Eminence."
Nyarlathotep narrowed their eyes at Miss Puppet, then glanced at Yog and drained the tea in one gulp.
"Ah! Good tea. Huh, this dog has a familiar scent."
Grete, who had been muttering "you can't see me" on the floor, jumped. He had already sensed trouble when this being of indeterminate gender called Your Eminence "old Yog." Then he worked up the courage to take a look, and things became even worse.
What utter chaos. Even in the Endless Abyss, Grete had never encountered such disorderly power. Everything seemed chaotic for chaos's sake, disorderly for disorder's sake. That power, which seemed to disrupt everything and plunge it into chaos, was eroding all it touched. Just moments ago, Grete had picked up the auras turning chaotic within those books.
Grete could guarantee that not even the deepest reaches of the Abyss held an aura so chaotic and disorderly. And its greatest difference from the Abyss was that this