There's no way around it; those who love scheming and trickery both enjoy and detest encountering people whose heads are full of muscle.
Sometimes you can easily mislead them, and other times, like now, you simply can't find a way in.
Alright then, let's move on to the next candidate.
Still, Astimos's gaze shifted among the remaining four people, feeling rather helpless.
Ruthfiel?
No need to look here, Qualifications of a True Sage, not your average sage, and as a Child of Fate, even I can't clearly see her future.
Aside from this Miss Fallen Angel, the remaining three are my people.
Wendy is my daughter, while Madeline and Audrey are juniors.
Ugh......
If possible, Miss Demon King doesn't want to be an ancestor who harms her descendants, but now she has no choice.
I'll make it up to you juniors later.
So, she pointed her finger at the utterly confused Audrey.
This was her ultimate move; if there's still no fun to see, she'll concede today.
"Then, you're up next."
