Although Delifus paled in shock, he was still a Ninth-Circle Mage who had risen through his own efforts. His counterattacks barely scratched his opponent, but his defenses were solid.
"Aislin's" relentless attacks ultimately left only a few knife-like cuts on his face... which were quickly filled in by writhing muscles.
"Tsk!" Instead, it was "Aislin," the attacker, who looked thoroughly displeased.
Hill could not help nodding.
Delifus had not survived this long solely by being shameless and vicious. He had enough brains, too.
He knew very well that he could neither offer no resistance nor resist too fiercely... and it was hardly surprising that he still harbored a shred of hope in Sia Tower.
After all, although the story of the frog at the bottom of the well was fictional, its lesson was sound.
People who had no idea what devils truly were always hoped they might get lucky.
Otherwise, his counterattacks would never have been so feeble.
Although Delifus did not dare use the Order Diamond in his hand now, it was only his trump card, not his usual weapon.
No mage failed to equip themselves with offensive wondrous items. After all, even without limits on spell slots, mana had its limits.
The stronger the mage, the more wondrous items they kept around... preventing an opponent from gauging their mana expenditure was extremely important.
Yet he had not used his powerful wondrous items, both because he did not want to get serious with Aislin, who called herself Glasya, at this point, and because he wanted to show weakness to the powerful figures on both sides.
He probably still clung to a sliver of hope that once those two started fighting, they would dismiss him as nothing and let him go.
Hill offered no judgment on that little scheme, but