No one could understand just how ecstatic Hill was at that moment.
After realizing what sort of predicament Draculus was in, to the point that even Rute had to issue the gravest warning in the calmest tone possible, his eyes widened farther than ever before.
Lysa, who had not dared raise her head, failed to hear it in his carefully restrained tone. But Carpenter and Russell, who no longer feared Hilbert quite as much, understood at a glance.
That was why neither of them had any intention of wasting time with this Fifth Circle Mage, who clearly had something to say and something to ask of them. They only wanted to hurry her out their front door.
Otherwise, Carpenter, who handled the daily odds and ends, would not have acted so stiffly.
Russell now wore a thoroughly troubled expression as he watched his teacher pace back and forth across the platform, unable to decide what to say.
He did not even know where to begin trying to dissuade him.
Hilbert was truly overjoyed.
Hill had originally been in a foul mood because his past neglect of his studies had forced him to reveal his identity and seek instruction from Draculus.
Of course, he was not afraid of exposing his identity, but... everything he had done before now felt like slaps he had delivered to his own face.
Especially that flying vessel, so ugly that even he did not want to look at it again.
It would be enough for Draculus to laugh at him in front of Falan for several thousand years!
Hill had only hoped to get hold of more leverage against Draculus before revealing his identity.
Ideally, leverage so devastating that Draculus would never want to mention a single thing that had happened in this world.
Being embarrassed