Hill could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.
Everything Despair Tower had done in the past had filled him with vigilance.
He did not believe the people of Despair Tower were ignorant of such basic principles of alchemy.
That could only prove one thing: Despair Tower had a backup plan.
The tower that appeared to be the main tower was not truly the main tower... If that was the case, then their making such a complete mess of the Inner Tower area became understandable.
After all, the visible array patterns did not really matter to them, which was why they could recklessly mess around with them?
Judging by Rute's performance back then, although the Mages of this world were not especially accomplished in alchemy, they were still within a normal range.
Any world with Mage Towers—especially one with naturally existing Mage Towers like this—could not possibly have alchemy in such a shambles.
At most, it might be somewhat crude. After all, the Devils may have cut off the inheritance of the highest levels, but even what remained should have been enough to cultivate reasonably competent Alchemy Grandmasters.
They should not have been so incompetent that they did not even understand this, right?
Although Hill had tried hard to reassure himself, considering that Vecna and Iggwilv were both exceptionally skilled at persuading others—not only turning falsehoods into truth, but even making Demons firmly believe they were beings with feelings and principles—Hill had once considered how he should deal with people like that. After all, while he was not easily swayed, his mind definitely could not work as quickly as theirs.
Ever since Iggwilv had become renowned throughout the Multiverse through Graz'zt, many people, upon confirming that the woman before them was her, would remain on extremely