With a mere slight furrow of the brows, his face revealed the passage of countless years. The orc had many names, but only Kasaila knew his true identity. In the War of New Devil, he was known as the Great Green, and after awakening from a long slumber, he operated under the name ‘Makachu’ on the orc’s continent.

Kasaila looked disapprovingly at Makachu. It was not her place to meddle in the life Makachu had led, then or now.

And yet, he has been engaged in such trivial battles.

Such petty fights did not aid in the holy war of Lacryma. Kasaila reminisced about the first time she encountered him. He was a being blessed with great divine power, but had been reduced to merely mingling with the orcs.

However, she couldn’t condemn him entirely because of her own mistake. Long ago, she had fled from Entegasto out of fear. This was why the Great Red had ended up having his heart broken before falling into a deep sleep.

Kasaila turned her head to the opposite side from Makachu in case he could read her mind. Various races were there. They were those who carried the esteemed lineage of Holy...