Gaia is of no more use, Hill instantly judged.
No wonder her style is so erratic, as if kissed by some big frog on the cheek… If it's that famous yellow frog of Sendam, then Gaia's obsession with playing a Greek Gods' story in the orderly world of the nobles is somewhat understandable?
Moreover, even when attention was drawn here, the Lord of Hell, who noticed Gaia fleeing from Hell, merely watched coldly without sending even a single devil… Sendam is a giant golden amoeba, an oozing chaos, driving mad anyone with insufficient mental resistance upon seeing him.
Although Asmodeus disregards the lives of devils, he never extends a warm, loving hand to his enemies.
Hill silently pressed his forehead, mocking himself twice: the Greek Gods themselves are nothing good, how could they readily accept those honey-coated poisonous treats from the orderly gods of Heavenly Mountain?
Compared to becoming a big, mad frog, merely sleeping for a few million years isn't that difficult!
