As Az asked his question the two stared at him blankly. They were both caught up in the world he had sent them to that they had actually forgot such important matters. Dropping all things in her hands, Estal went up in front of our truck driver. “You can reincarnate people to specific worlds, right? I want you to send me someone who’s hero material to my world I am currently ruling. Because of a certain someone…” She then glared at Typhon.

“My all perfect world is now infested with those disgusting reptiles of his!!” She cried.

“Hey!! If anythings disgusting it should be you humans!” Typhon retorted as he couldn’t just sit and let his own race be insulted.

Ignoring him, Estal continued on with her story. “Since my world has never experienced such threats, we have no way of fighting such monsters. I need someone who is capable of exterminating every single one of those lizards. Preferably, a cute boy, it would be great if he’s the shy kind and, at the same time smart.”

“Pff, don’t act like your kind is the only victim here. When my creations are the ones being oppressed! They have done nothing wrong, and were just living on their own without bothering your kind. However one day a human army had come to massacre one of the lizardmen’s village!! You were the one’s who started it, so we shall be the ones who end it. And that is why I would like for you to give our kind a capable warrior to lead my men.” Typhon said sincerely.

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Listening to the two’s explanations, Az had replied with a simple “I see. Well if it’s like that I suppose I’ll accept your requests.” Not really caring for their reasons or explanations, he had accepted their demands. After all the god and goddess types were always so hard to get along with. If nothing goes their way, they would make it until it does.

*Been there, done that.* He thought as he remembered the time in the beginning where he refused a request, let’s just say it did not go very well.

Another thing he hated about gods and goddesses, the ones that visited him were all annoyingly talkative. And most hate each others guts. Even though he had accepted those two’s request they still did not leave. After arguing for an hour, he had become sick of it. In the end, they were once again, forcefully kicked out of this dimensional space.