Forneus.
The demon I'd always wanted to kill. Tsundere or whatever, for three whole years under Forneus, I endured humiliation after humiliation, day after day.
Patience is a virtue.
Even though I was weaker than Forneus and couldn't kill Forneus directly, I suppressed my anger by imagining killing Forneus countless times in my head.
[Oh my, what's that pig smell? Did we build a pigsty? Hahaha!]
[Conquer a human village? An orc? Pfft, what'd you conquer it with? Did you eat all their food? So the humans starved to death?]
[Why don't we just get rid of all the orcs in our dungeon? Then we can throw that thing out too.]
Forneus insulted me in every way possible. After being reincarnated as an orc, my life's driving force was the desire for revenge—to make Forneus pay no matter what.
There was a time when that didn't necessarily mean I wanted to kill or violate Forneus—such base feelings.
The final moment.
