Ever since I died, I've wondered if I could see the face of the Supreme Being who controls everything in this world, but I've only ended up getting screwed over in this reincarnation where things continue to stink for me. Right now, I'm literally seeing the face of the devil, wanting to put me on his lap while we watch hell burn.
Ah, pardon the word, it's not the devil, but Ragna, the Orc who can't decide whether to fling me across the room right now or strangle my neck right here. I know, it's a very difficult decision considering my perfect disguise, but what can I do besides swallow my tears? Should I push it? No, apparently, I'll die if this continues.
"Now, there is exactly what you wanted, Ragna!" Ysabelle intervenes, raising her voice. "By ancient Orcish customs, you are obliged to accept the challenge! The challenger cannot be harmed or suffer any disadvantage! I think you can imagine the consequences of being a coward under those terms, correct?"
