Hill had never expected to witness such a joyful scene today.
He had thought he would see Glasya scheming to seize what she wanted, Rommel desperately resisting to protect his chastity... and himself being forced to step in and give Glasya two resounding slaps.
Hill had even decided how much force to use and which direction to send that woman flying... Since she loved the moon so much, he would send her beyond the clouds to press her face against Silver Moon.
Though Draculus's scheme had still succeeded, which annoyed him a little, well, that was life~ You gained some and lost some. It depended on which outcome Hill wanted more.
A good show was still less important than venting his anger. He had understood that long ago... A good show was only satisfying for a moment, but if that pent-up breath could not be released, he would remember it for a lifetime.
Besides, if Rommel's identity remained hidden, there would definitely be more entertainment for him in the future.
Giving up momentary amusement to vent long-held resentment was the choice he ought to make.
Yet at this moment, Hill suddenly felt a little admiration for Glasya... Her way of doing things was truly awful, but she really had patience and resilience!
He just wondered whether Asmodeus, while looking back into the world between battles beyond the heavens, would be angered by his beloved daughter.
After all, this ever-deep Lord of Hell was truly difficult to provoke... Even when he appeared angry, he remained icy and unmoved inside.
The only time he had truly flown into a rage was when Bisozeya died... That had concerned his great plan to restore his severely injured body, so his fury had nearly burned through the entire Nine Hells.
As for the later purge,