Hill truly envied Delifus. With nothing but his face, he could stand his ground against the arrogant and domineering Aislin.
After discovering just how serious Aislin's problem was, Rosero had merely stated his position without taking any action because he had keenly noticed that the Aislin firing at Delifus like a machine gun might not have been speaking with just one voice.
They were using a strange method to fight amongst themselves.
Obviously, every word spoken was more about disrupting the willpower of the other two... That indiscriminate brawl had even made the usually eloquent Duke of Devils choose silence.
Only the foolish Delifus was still stubbornly resisting.
But if one ignored the content of their conversation and looked only at the surface, Delifus, with his twisted expression and face full of malice, truly did not look like the unlucky fellow on the losing end, nearly about to be crushed beneath a high heel.
It was not as though Hill had never seen intimidating-looking beings.
But even Talos, surrounded by wind and lightning, was obviously the loser whenever he failed at a verbal exchange.
This was truly the first time Hill had seen someone who could fight three sharp-tongued ladies to a standstill using only his face.
Of course, that was on the condition that no one listened to what he said.
His eloquence was not even as good as that idiot Talos, who only knew how to shout threats.
He relied entirely on his twisted face to suppress everything.
It was not as though Hill absolutely had to turn himself ugly.
Though he had never suffered any setbacks because of his appearance... in the era when he had first become aware of gender, boys could already be described as beautiful.
So he did not think there was anything wrong