Hilbert glanced at Coyle again. "What does that have to do with me?"
"Don't worry. I definitely won't drag you into any trouble. I promise~" Coyle hurried to get the most important point out, afraid that a second's delay would get him thrown out by the cold-blooded fellow opposite him.
"Not just me. Even those people who are a little too impatient won't come looking for you." Only then did he smile calmly. "Our teacher's students all know perfectly well that, if you wanted to, you could easily replace Aislin in his eyes."
"Don't talk nonsense." Hilbert sneered. "I can't be bothered with your affairs, but you'd better be smart enough not to drive a wedge between Aislin and me.
"That won't work on me.
"And rest assured, I'll find a way to make sure it won't work on Aislin, either."
His latest attempt to sound Hilbert out having failed, Coyle shrugged. "All right~ I was overthinking it."
He turned to glance at Aislin, who stood ahead and to the left, issuing orders in an icy voice... It seemed his senior sister's problem had nothing to do with that Soul Potion.
That was what worried Coyle most.
Although everyone said Soul Potions were only effective on mages up to the seventh circle, most people still found it hard to believe that Prout had taken the bait for such a simple reason.
The man was indeed a worthless opportunist, but he would never act without receiving enough benefits.
However generous the rewards Sia Tower promised afterward, they would not have been enough to make Prout confront Aislin directly, or even offend his own teacher, Kament Tower, in the process.
There was no point arguing that his targets had only been the two factions' apprentices and peripheral forces. Rolando did not count;