The angel's action undoubtedly enraged the Sons of Solam. Had Solam not stopped them in time, these burly men would likely have torn the petite angel to pieces. (Compared to the seven Sons of Solam, an otherworldly divine attendant's build could only be considered petite.)
Solam wiped his face and said helplessly, "Was that really necessary? I told you, I have no interest whatsoever in corrupting you. I just want you to do me a favor." Although getting spat on was certainly not a pleasant experience, Solam could not blame her. He was a demon now; her response was already fairly polite.
"Hmph! In your dreams!" In Valentia's mind, every request made by a demon was laced with poison. To avoid falling into some unknown trap, the best course was to refuse any and all demands from demons!
"Tsk... Let me put it this way: my request is very simple. I just want to have a chat with Mystra! That doesn't count as a trap, does it?" Solam was helpless as well. He had known from the start that, with his current identity, it was impossible to speak calmly with an angel. That was why he had never intended to ask this angel why she had come to the Abyss. He planned to contact Mystra first and gain her trust.
"..." Solam's request was indeed completely unexpected. No demon lord would be bored enough to seek contact with a good-aligned deity. Countless possibilities flashed through Valentia's mind as she tried to figure out what scheme Solam was plotting.
Seeing the silent angel, Solam spoke again. "Don't suspect me of having ulterior motives. In fact, Mystra, whom you serve, and I are old friends. I can let you contact her first, and you can personally verify what I've said. Just tell