Even though Aeon kept using teleportation to warp across space, the Tyranid swarm trailing behind remained in relentless pursuit, refusing to fall behind.
Watching this unfold, Elsa asked with a puzzled look,
"Did he seriously piss them off or something?"
"Not really,"
Orsaga replied casually.
But before he could say more, Petra, standing next to him, suddenly cupped his face in both hands and turned it toward her.
With a radiant smile, she stared into his confused eyes and asked sweetly,
"Want something to eat?"
Unlike Elsa, Petra couldn't care less about robots or monsters.
Right now, she just wanted to make something special for Orsaga—something homemade and comforting.
She had been waiting for this reunion for a long, long time.
Faced with her hopeful expression, Orsaga didn't waste a second. He grinned and said,
"Sure~ I've been craving your French-style cheese-braised beef."
That single line made Petra's smile impossible to hide.
Overjoyed, she gave him a quick peck on the lips.
The very next moment, with a mere thought from Orsaga, a full cooking station—complete with utensils and ingredients—manifested right there in the room.
After everything appeared, he nudged Petra gently and smiled:
"Let's see how much you've improved in the kitchen these past two years."
Although only about half a year had passed for Orsaga in the Warp, for Petra and the others in the material universe, he had been missing for over two years.
Thinking of this, Orsaga adjusted the flow of time in the Crimson Heaven—his private domain—changing its time ratio with Earth to 2:1.
From now on, two days here would equal just one on Earth.
As her mother happily began preparing the food, Elsa, munching on a bag of chips nearby, let out a helpless sigh.
She knew full well that Petra had been rigorously honing her cooking skills for the past two years—just because Orsaga liked to eat.
Thinking about that, Elsa gave Orsaga a sideways glare.
This man had thoroughly disrupted the peaceful lives of both mother and daughter.
She had originally thought he was just some shameless playboy.
Who would've guessed… he was a demon—and from another dimension no less!
Did he even count as a legal citizen of this world?
'Wait… actually, maybe he does now?'
That question left Elsa momentarily deep in thought.
While she stared daggers at him, Orsaga calmly scratched his ear, unfazed.
His composure was practically unshakable—most of the time, at least.
Seeing his nonchalant attitude only made Elsa angrier.
She puffed out her cheeks and pouted.
But Orsaga just acted like he couldn't see her.
The two locked eyes for a few seconds.
Eventually, Elsa broke the silence.
Looking at the screen showing Aeon clashing with the Tyranids, she recalled what Orsaga had said earlier:
"Just for the record—I'm not worried about you or anything. But… you're treating their fight like a movie. Isn't there a chance you'll get in trouble if someone finds out?"
From what she'd seen on the screen, Elsa had formed a rough idea of how powerful both sides were.
And to her, watching a fight like that for fun seemed like a terrible idea.
It was like two violent bodybuilders brawling—and some kid standing nearby pulling out his phone to livestream it while giggling.
Even if they couldn't beat each other, they could easily beat the guy laughing on the sidelines.
Elsa felt like, if one of those cosmic monsters took offense and came over to kill them, it would be a pretty ridiculous way to die…
Orsaga, however, just waved her concerns away.
"That's not really a problem. After all, one of those two sides… is my avatar."
Elsa froze for a second. Then she turned to the screen and examined both sides carefully.
One was a sleek, godlike humanoid mecha bathed in radiant light.
The other side was an overwhelming tide of grotesque, insectoid beasts.
She looked back at Orsaga's calm expression.
Thinking it over, she immediately made a face of utter disgust:
"Wait, that thing is your avatar? Gross.
Does that mean your real body looks like that too?"
The idea of an "avatar" wasn't hard to understand—anyone who'd heard a myth or two could grasp the concept.
And right now, one side was clearly getting chased down by the other.
Given how calm Orsaga looked, there was no way he was the one being hunted.
And in legends, demons were usually hideous beyond belief. Especially abyssal demons?
They were probably worse.
And seriously—who sends out a robot as a personal avatar?
Having never seen Orsaga's true form, Elsa naturally assumed the Tyranids were his minions.
Faced with her confident conclusion and blatantly judgmental gaze—
"…?"
For the first time in his centuries-long demonic life, Orsaga was called ugly.
Utterly dumbfounded.
He glanced at Aeon—who, while a bit roughed up, still looked rather majestic by his standards.
Then, with a casual wave, he summoned a mirror in front of himself.
His form shimmered and shifted—reverting to his true body.
In front of Elsa, he began checking himself out in the mirror.
Ten seconds later, he declared with confidence and pride:
"I think I look great!"
He was absolutely certain.
Elsa, however, was no longer listening.
She suddenly pointed at him excitedly and shouted:
"Mom! Look! This guy actually looks pretty good like this!"
Hearing that, Petra, who had been cooking with her back to them, paused.
She turned around—and when she saw Orsaga's true form, her hands froze in place.
She had always been curious about what he really looked like—and more than a little worried.
What if he looked too alien? Would their future kids end up… strange?
But now?
All that anxiety disappeared.
Still holding her kitchen knife, she and Elsa began eagerly inspecting Orsaga's appearance.
Petra even reached out and ran her fingers along his outer armor.
Elsa traced the floral patterns etched into the exoskeleton—particularly the ones shaped like Deathblossom—and asked curiously:
"Is this some kind of custom armor? Can you take it off?"
To them, the armor looked beautiful—ornate, elegant, otherworldly.
They had no idea that anyone who looked directly at Orsaga's true form without proper protection would instantly be warped into a twisted abomination by the reality-warping concepts embedded in his being.
And getting too close?
They were only still alive because Orsaga's power was shielding them.
Otherwise, they would've been disintegrated the moment they approached.
In his full-powered form, simply manifesting in the material universe would cause black hole-level gravitational effects due to the sheer mass of his true body.
But Orsaga, unbothered by the question, answered honestly:
"This is technically part of my body. It doesn't come off."
What he didn't expect… was Petra's immediate follow-up:
"In that case… doesn't that mean you've basically been naked this whole time?"
Orsaga paused.
He thought about it seriously for a moment—and realized…
There was no way to refute it.
"…I guess you're right."
Thick-skinned as ever, he had no trouble admitting it.
Elsa, standing nearby, stared at them both in disbelief.
"…???"
She leaned back dramatically, eyes full of confusion.
This entire conversation had taken a sharp turn she was not prepared for.
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