After finishing his briefing on the basic state of Fae star, Orsaga casually snapped his fingers. In the miniature projection hovering above his hand, a red dot instantly lit up.
He pointed to it and said to Alison,
"There's only one thing you need to do now. Release a few powerful elven warriors, and go with them to the location marked by the red dot. Take care of the abyssal demons there."
Then, to boost Alison's confidence, he added with a grin,
"Don't worry about not being able to handle them. I've already rigged the fight. No problem at all!"
Faced with that, Alison and Golarial could only nod in resignation.
Back when they first arrived, Orsaga had already explained everything.
As outsiders trying to establish themselves in a new plane, reaching the destination wasn't enough—they also needed the approval of the plane's consciousness.
Otherwise, they'd be plagued by disasters and misfortune.
And as one of the groups most hated by plane consciousness, abyssal demons—
—made for perfect gifts.
If they could help the plane deal with invading abyssal demons, they'd earn at least a bit of goodwill in return.
Building on that, Orsaga would then offer up the Plane Consciousness Crystals he had purchased to further bribe the will of this world.
With only basic instincts, the plane's consciousness would then no longer cause trouble for the elves of the Kingdom of Elsella.
If they were lucky, they might even gain extra favor.
Which would make future development far smoother.
All in all, the whole process was more or less like renting a house.
If you showed up and occupied the place without asking, it was only natural for the landlord to kick you out.
But if some rowdy guests broke in first, and you helped drive them off—
—and then paid top dollar to rent the place—
Well, that changed everything.
You'd be upgraded to VIP status on the spot.
It was a pretty easy concept to grasp.
At the moment, the elves of the Kingdom of Elsella were the high-paying tenants, and those high-ranked demons were the intruders about to be dealt with.
Up until now, everything was going according to plan.
From the moment they appeared to the moment they'd be buried, the dozen or so high-ranked demons had been completely arranged by Orsaga.
Responding to his instruction, Alison raised one hand and slowly closed her eyes, beginning to chant an elven incantation in a long, melodic tone.
A soft blue radiance emerged around her body.
An intangible, majestic aura naturally began to manifest.
Amid the backdrop of countless swarming insects and mountains of corpses soaked in blood, her beautiful figure bathed in strands of blue light gave off a surreal, divine aura—
As if a savior had descended into hell.
The contrast with the surrounding scene couldn't have been more stark.
From her posture, Orsaga immediately picked up on something unusual.
He studied her carefully and thought to himself, '...So, this is a trait of divine lineage? If I remember right, her bloodline traces back to the so-called God of Sun, doesn't it?'
After mulling over it for a moment, he didn't bother digging deeper.
After all, even if the God was to resurrect in person, Orsaga was confident he could still put up a fight.
Not that he'd necessarily win.
The power level of a Greater God in the Myling World carried a lot more weight than one from the Seven Seas realm.
It wasn't long before dozens of spirit forms appeared beside Alison.
These were elite warriors from the Kingdom of Elsella, most of them within the Rank of Lesser to High-Rank demons.
Just like when they had fled to the Abyss—
—in order to cope with interplanar law differences and facilitate mass relocation—
—the people of Elsella had stored their souls in special artifacts, which were then entrusted to Alison for safekeeping.
After all, if every elf had to undergo the process of interplanar travel individually, it would be an enormous hassle.
Alison and Golarial had been able to bypass those restrictions only because they were under Orsaga's protection.
But clearly, he had no intention of extending that courtesy to every elf in Elsella.
———
Seconds passed.
As the soulforms began to awaken from their dormant state, even though they'd already experienced the horrors of the Abyss—
—they still instinctively braced for combat the moment they saw their surroundings, alarmed by the gruesome landscape.
Only after Alison and Golarial spent considerable effort explaining did they gradually calm down…
After hearing Alison's explanation, the Elven King nodded earnestly. A smile involuntarily spread across his face as he exclaimed, excitedly:
"So that's how it is. This plane is facing an invasion by abyssal demons. If we help eliminate them, we'll gain the favor of the plane's consciousness. Looks like our luck isn't bad at all—what a golden opportunity!. The local forces have taken a hit, and the chance to curry favor with the plane is right in front of us!"
"…"
Although she didn't think it was just luck, Alison glanced at Orsaga, who looked as uninvolved as ever, and ultimately said nothing.
She simply gave the Elven King a silent nod.
———
More than ten minutes later—
With the help of potions and magic, the soulforms gradually adapted to the differences between planes and returned to their original bodies.
While still contending with the suppressive force of this world's plane, they struggled to acclimate to their current state.
The Elven King clenched his fists and frowned.
'My strength is down to just one-sixth of normal. Hopefully, once the demons are dealt with, the plane's suppression will ease up. Otherwise, for ordinary civilians, this force alone could erase them. In that case, forget about any plans for mass migration to this plane…'
He then turned to Orsaga, his expression solemn as he said,
"From here on out, I'll be counting on you."
It was through the earlier conversation that he'd learned Orsaga had secretly sabotaged the High ranked demons—
—that was the only reason he had confidence they could handle the fight in their current state.
Otherwise, even if they won, their side would suffer massive losses.
Orsaga casually waved off the sentiment and said flatly,
"No big deal. If everyone's ready, then let's get going."
He didn't care about their gratitude at all.
After all, his reason for doing all this had nothing to do with the Elven King—
—it was purely for Golarial's sake.
As he spoke, Orsaga casually made a gesture with his hand.
A stable spatial portal appeared in front of him.
Even with his strength suppressed down to the lesser Demon Rank, this level of spellcasting was still child's play for him.
Seeing this, the elven warriors didn't hesitate. Under the Elven King's lead, they marched through the portal without pause.
Aside from wanting to eliminate the demons quickly, there was another reason—
—the stench here was unbearable.
The pervasive odor of rot and decay was pure torture for the elves' sharp sense of smell.
Only Alison hesitated as she was about to step through.
After a moment's thought, she reached into her spatial artifact and pulled out a glowing orb.
Then she tossed it toward several nearby piles of corpses.
The moment it made contact—
—a brilliant white light erupted forth.
Corpses, the insects swarming above them, and even nearby structures all vanished under that light.
Wiped away, as if they had never existed.
"…I'm sorry."
Bowing toward where the corpses had been, Alison's expression dimmed slightly as she stepped into the portal.
Orsaga, watching the entire scene, remained as calm as ever.
As if nothing had happened.
Behind him, Golarial followed at a slower pace, her expression complex.
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