Glasya's face was written all over with: 'Even if I can't get what I want most, I'll at least get what I've always wanted.'
Yet even Fengo could not help deeply suspecting that when Queen Bisozeya had prepared to bear this daughter, perhaps in order to remove Asmodeus's mark, she had deducted her daughter's intelligence along with it.
Before, he had only thought that Glasya had been so spoiled that she could not be bothered to think... Otherwise, how could such a useful race as the Succubi have ended up with a reputation even worse than the Chaos Alignment Succubus under her command?
Compared to Succubi, who were merely seductive and lewd, Succubi actually had far more varied forms of expression... They could even temporarily disguise themselves with an angel-like purity!
Imitating the natural aura of Elves was even easier.
Yet such Succubi had never made much of a name for themselves... Glasya's laziness and incompetence were obvious enough.
But now, Fengo truly felt that either Glasya had genuinely gone out without bringing her intelligence, or years of idleness had deducted it into negative numbers.
He lightly closed his eyes, trying not to notice the sympathetic, pitying look in Lord Hill's eyes, and said softly, "Lady Glasya, a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.
The current Mage Rommel, whether he has feelings for you or not, would never go live in Hell with you as a Seventh-Circle Mage... Don't you already understand his heart?
With such a proud personality, how could he be willing to become the weakest person in your palace?
Even the servants cleaning your Succubi palace could look down on him!
But with Mage Rommel's exceptional talent, a hundred years would be enough for him to touch the threshold of Legendary.
Then... the two