"Miss Aislin, is there something you need from me?" Rosero in his flowing white robe looked up with a smile at the female mage descending like a red cloud from the sky.
Then, he casually turned his head to glance at the distant auxiliary tower... He was sensitive to the appreciative gazes from women.
However, being familiar with this area of Ruth, he knew what kind of people were there: a bunch of immature young girls.
Of course, if it weren't for this moment, he wouldn't mind showing off his excellence and capability.
But at this moment, Rosero would absolutely refrain from unwanted actions.
As a Duke of Demons who was trusted by Glaysia and followed her from hell, Rosero understood his mistress well.
If it were just her, she might applaud seeing Rosero use his charms and sweet words to seduce a group of foolishly naive girls.
But at this moment, Rosero had to deal with two.
Especially the 'Aislin' in front of him.
