"Lady Aislin, what did you need me for?" Rosero looked up with a smile at the female mage drifting down from the sky like a crimson cloud, his white robes fluttering.
Then he casually glanced toward the Auxiliary Tower a little farther away... he was very sensitive to admiring looks from women.
Still, familiar as he was with Rute's people, he knew exactly who was over there: a group of little girls who had yet to grow up.
Of course, under other circumstances, he would not have minded showing off his talents and abilities.
But right now, Rosero absolutely refused to invite trouble.
As a devil duke whom Glasya trusted fairly well, one who had followed her out of Hell, Rosero understood his mistress very well.
If she were the only one involved, she might well applaud the sight of Rosero using his good looks and honeyed words to seduce a group of foolish, innocent young girls.
But right now, Rosero had two people to contend with.
Especially the "Aislin" before him.
Glasya paid a great deal of attention to her, yet her attitude was very strange.
Clearly, this was another version of herself, but occasionally she showed signs of jealousy... Rosero, who knew a little about the gods, genuinely suspected that she had botched this double of hers again.
It was understandable, though.
If even Glasya could manage it, a being as powerful as Asmodeus would not have only one true double at his disposal.
At other times, the Asmodeus who appeared was actually an illusion.
It was just that, when he needed to fight someone, he swapped the illusion's position with that of his double... evidently, the double did not possess the original's terrifying power.
Even though it was only a double, the Lord of Hell refused to