Fengo was baffled.
Why would Glasya, who should have been the most enthusiastic about Bisozeya's resurrection, do something that worked against it?
But he would never say another word about the matter.
No one could be certain what Asmodeus really thought about Bisozeya's resurrection... Hell had always been the place with the most rumors.
Everyone had something to hide, so they could imagine all the more sinister possibilities.
Bisozeya's death had been far too unexpected. As for who had struck the blow... nearly every possibility had been discussed, from secret demon agents to Asmodeus himself.
Even among all the devil dukes in Hell hoping to gain something by following the Lord of Hell, none dared say or do too much about this!
But in Hell, no one had ever suspected Glasya, whose mind was somewhat baffling even to devils.
Back then, she had been hopelessly immersed in her love for Mammon. Even her own mother's death had failed to make her face reality.
Now, however, Fengo could not help wondering: Could she have had a hand in it back then, too...?
"Rommel, would you... be willing to visit the White Tower occasionally?" The affected pitch of that cloyingly sweet voice made every hair on Fengo's body stand on end.
No, there had definitely been nothing suspicious about Glasya herself back then.
At most, someone had used her.
Although some devils were indeed excellent at putting on an act, Glasya was definitely not among them.
She had been born this way... no one with Glasya's status, who had grown up under the influence of Asmodeus and Bisozeya, would make themselves look this brainless as a disguise.
Anyone clever enough, with the intelligence and initiative to pull off such a disguise, would never make life so difficult for themselves in such favorable