The Horned Demon Wizard struggled up from the ground, his eyes shooting sidelong glances. His face was a mask of arrogance as he attempted to maintain his dignity as an Elemental Master.
Say what you will, but he did look the part, carrying himself with the unyielding spirit of a Caster.
He was leagues tougher than Sam had been.
"You must be the one who was controlling that Knight last time," Levi asked, his gaze sharp and intense.
The intellect of a Demon is already on par with a human's, let alone that of a spellcaster. Regardless of their Race, their Intelligence is never low, because a fool can never become a Caster.
Among this group of Demons, only this single Wizard could have come up with such a plan.
Though the wizard's appearance was certainly less than ideal, it seemed that among the creatures of the Abyss, only the Succubus was worth getting excited about.
"Lowly human! You are only worthy of smelling one of Lord Bartley's farts!"
