Seeing Lia raise her hand and fix him with a murderous stare, the Advisor suddenly glanced at the grapes beside him. In an instant, inspiration struck.
"I have one last question," he asked rapidly. "Am I the only person you want to kill?"
Lia did not answer, but her silence was answer enough.
...As expected, nothing had happened to the grapes.
Had I triggered some kind of certain-death condition...?
The Advisor's mind raced. Although he had no idea what he had done to make her kill him... in the end, he still decisively gave up all hope of survival.
--He had personally witnessed the power of this phantom demon before, and knew that if she wanted him dead, he had absolutely no chance of surviving.
If his true body were here, perhaps he would have a chance to escape.
However, Sherlock was only a Third Level mage, and did not even have a weapon on hand. Against a demigod possessing divinity, he had no hope of victory whatsoever.
Since that was the case, struggling further was meaningless, and might even drag the grapes into it.
In that instant, the Advisor had already made up his mind.
"Listen carefully!"
He sidestepped away from "Mycroft" and shouted rapidly, "Do not make an enemy of Iver. He is a blessed one of the Twin Mirrors--"
He did his best to convey the final information to the grapes without revealing their identities as ascenders.
Having spoken this crucial sentence, the Advisor finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not know whether this death would kill him in reality. But even if he survived by some fluke, he would probably lose all his memories.
The Advisor was fighting so desperately not because he was overly loyal to Valentine VII. He did not care that