"World Tree? So you look like Corellon, is that it?" Glasya's replies were always so vividly apt.
Fengo's standard diplomatic expression instantly collapsed.
Though there was a great deal of affectation mixed in, his irritation and resentment were genuine... He could neither let Glasya be kicked around like a ball in front of him nor do too much and draw Lord Hill's attention to himself.
So he had been carefully weighing every word... He had even completely avoided accusing Hill of sneaking into their Sia Tower!
Though both sides knew the reason perfectly well, if they had greater confidence on their side, they could naturally disregard the reason entirely and focus only on the outcome.
But with Asmodeus having no intention of intervening at all, and Selûne and Lathander—both on excellent terms with this lord—standing nearby, all Fengo could do was set everything from the past aside. He had to elevate the matter to the level of a conflict between Hell and the World Tree, while also trying to confine this mess to a personal dispute between the two lords.
Fengo truly did not dare say a single wrong word... He did not even dare directly address this lord, who was famously known as a Mage, as "Your Highness"!
But had this lawless princess of his stuffed her head full of sewage made from the brains of this world's Silver Moon Goddess because of that failed alchemy experiment?
He had clearly been trying to keep this matter within the World Tree camp alone!
Fengo actually understood very quickly why Hill, who had originally done nothing, had seized the chance when Glasya tried to abduct some pretty boy to jump out and beat her up.
Rommel's existence itself was meaningless, but the gift Glasya had once given that pretty boy had