Hilbert was a little bewildered.
The reason he had brought Earwrap along was naturally because he had sensed that the attack power of that energy arrow was enough to pierce the top of the Mage Tower and strike directly into his Elemental Pool.
In this world, because energy pools were so singular in nature, the spire of a Mage Tower was indeed the easiest area to breach... Of course, Hilbert had made all kinds of preparations.
Those included not only the Energy-Absorbing Formation at the base of the spire working in tandem with the flock of puppet birds, but also the Elemental Pool's instantaneous detonation, as well as an even more desperate cry for help.
Otherwise, a mere explosion would not have been enough to move a battle-hardened Hill so deeply.
The truly frightening things were inevitably the things he had made himself.
Yet the result left him utterly stunned... Hill had never imagined that one day, he would be frightened because the enemy's artillery fire was not as powerful as he had expected.
Fortunately, though he was somewhat dazed, he still preserved the dignity of an Alchemy Grandmaster... He figured out who had made the gigantic crossbow in Delifus's hands.
Although Gilbert and that Archmage from the Defense Tower came from different branches, their bloodlines were still very close.
First of all, this world had no concept of forbidding marriage between close relatives. It only forbade marriage between people with the same surname, or with the children of one's paternal aunt.
After all, many female members of a family did not marry out, so their children often took the same surname as their mothers.
If they insisted on distinguishing between those who married out and those who did not, it would create endless confusion and disputes... They were all