'Aislin' casually glanced at Rosero.
Kament Tower of the Black Mystery Tower was probably not a dog, but a wolf.
But what did that have to do with her?
The more chaotic this world became, the better. The more things caught Glasya off guard, the better.
Based on how well she knew herself, 'Aislin' understood one thing very clearly: Glasya could not be left idle.
The moment she had free time on her hands, something was bound to happen.
When she was buried under piles of trivial matters, that was when Glasya was the most reassuring.
Even Asmodeus had racked his brains to secure the title of Queen of Succubi for his daughter... Otherwise, with the Combat Angels' obsessive fastidiousness, how could he have accepted his own daughter indulging herself so freely, steeped in lust?
After all, the Lord of Hell and the Queen of Hell were both ascetics, yet they had produced a child who swung to the complete opposite extreme.
Hm? What was she thinking?
Wasn't she insulting herself?
That was the greatest drawback of having oneself as one's most absolute enemy. 'Aislin' could not help frowning. Even when cursing in her own heart, she had to be careful.
Though she could indeed seize the other party's weak points, those weak points were her own as well.
She could not help pouring herself another glass of Moonlight Rose Wine. "If there are no outside matters interfering, then three days."
"Who would interfere with Archmage Nicholson?" Rosero asked in a strange tone. "Don't you think their style feels disgustingly familiar?"
"It's not that... chaotic, is it?" 'Aislin' said hesitantly. "I've watched the Nicholson family's internal battles for quite a while, so I can still sum up a few patterns.
Although they occasionally make some insane moves because of emotional