Hill suddenly felt that Glasya truly was Asmodeus's greatest punishment.
Even when scheming and playing her tricks, this girl had somehow picked out a character as interesting as "Aislin"... He now suspected that the virtual mask's true personality—the girl who trusted and revered Rute—might have come from one of the blank souls she had used to fill out her fragmented soul.
It was even possible that those blank souls had pooled all their will to form a real soul.
Other archdevils would never have achieved this result, even if they had done exactly what Glasya had... Acquiring so many powerful souls was no easy task.
Even Glasya's former husband, Mammon, the archduke of Minauros, the third layer of Hell—so powerful that even Asmodeus had failed to kill him outright—did not have that ability.
Otherwise, pure and powerful souls would not have been so precious that an archdevil would spend tens of thousands of years waiting for one.
But the Lord of Hell's beloved daughter would not even have any inferior goods in her possession.
Sometimes, no matter how good something was, it meant nothing if you could not control it.
Hill looked down at the candlestick beside his feet... Rute would probably ask Oliva what he had done and said here, wouldn't he?
Although taking out this candle had been a little risky, Hill had seen similar scented candles in Gilbert's storeroom.
They simply were not as good as the ones Hill had.
Clearly, these had come from the Defense Tower... Those archmages had not gone down without a struggle.
Among those scented candles, he had smelled not only osmanthus but also a distinct sage fragrance.
There had even been centella and rosemary.
With the plants of this world wiped out so thoroughly, the Defense Tower must have become wary