El's gaze swept indifferently over Maggie before returning to Philomona.
"There is no one more suitable than her."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but his meaning was clear: he was rejecting Philomona.
"Oh? So you mean you want to be my enemy?"
Philomona narrowed her beautiful eyes, the corners of her eyes turned up, her voice suddenly turned several degrees colder, the demon wings on her back began to tremble slightly, and her hand had already touched the dagger on her leg ring, her intention to attack was undisguised.
Demons have been extremely warlike since the beginning of time, and even succubi are no exception. However, Philomona usually prefers to fight with men in bed and rarely engages in real combat.
As a result, Maggie actually sensed a hint of eagerness in Philomona.
It was as if she was really looking forward to this battle.
El showed no fear or hesitation. His snow-white wings unfurled, and the halo above his head brightened, filling the air with a tense atmosphere.
Of course, neither of them should be nervous; only Maggie is nervous.
She's practically trembling with fear now, if not trembling.
If an ordinary mage goes all out in a fight, they can destroy half a city. If these two top-tier, unfathomable masters fight, they'll surely be sent to their deaths on the spot.
The aftershocks of the battle would kill her a thousand or eight hundred times over.
Forget about using her, as long as she doesn't die, she'll definitely agree to anything she can. As for whether she'll actually do it... well, that's something to think about.
Anyway, she's already infested with lice and doesn't feel itchy anymore, so it doesn't make much difference whether there's one more person chasing her or one less.
A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan; she just needs to develop cautiously for now.
Maggie tried to comfort herself.
So, in order to save her life, Maggie had no choice but to bite the bullet and forcefully interrupt the battle between the angel and the demon.
“Archangel, this is the territory of the elves. Your fighting against the succubus here would probably violate your principles.”
Maggie's voice sounded calm, without a trace of fear, and it rang out just in time to break the tense atmosphere, causing Philomona and El to turn their gazes to her simultaneously.
"Angels have principles?"
Regardless of the occasion, Philomona would immediately ask questions with a face full of curiosity when she heard something she didn't understand.
Of course, it's more likely they wanted to find out the angels' weaknesses.
Maggie was embarrassed. If it were anyone else, she would have ignored the question, but since it was asked by a big shot, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer in front of El.
Just as she was about to explain, El calmly answered Philomona's question.
“Angels are beings born of order, completely different from you demons who act recklessly and without regard for consequences.”
Upon hearing this, Philomona gave a cold laugh, and without even asking Maggie, she turned to El and began to retort sarcastically.
"Oh? You call yourselves the order itself, but weren't those wars that caused so much suffering started by you? In comparison, the followers of the devil at least got everything they wanted in life. By that measure, the devil is much kinder than you."
Philomona has lived through countless ages and witnessed many things. She has some understanding of angels, but as a demon, she is not concerned with anything that happens on the continent of Coral.
Even if many more lives die, it has nothing to do with her.
But now is the perfect time to poke at El's sore spot. The more someone cares about order and rules, the more sensitive they are to words like 'war,' which imply chaos.
Maggie, listening from the side, felt her scalp tingle. She finally managed to get a word in edgewise, but it turned into a heated argument again. Could she really survive today?
She was very skeptical.
But Philomona was right; the change of eras meant large-scale wars, and countless lives were lost.
The so-called balance can be to support the weaker races and allow their numbers to increase, or it can be to cause the powerful races to die in large numbers and weaken their power.
"It's none of your business."
El's expression also turned slightly cold, as if being labeled as 'starting a war' displeased him as an archangel.
Philomona's ability to anger even someone as emotionally fragile as an angel is quite remarkable.
Maggie silently complained to herself.
The atmosphere became tense again, and it looked like a fight was about to break out. Maggie was powerless to do anything about it, and her mood was like a rollercoaster ride. But for some reason, it was El who folded his wings first.
"Succubus, you can't protect her."
He gave Maggie one last, deep look before disappearing from the spot.
No one knew that El originally just wanted to test Maggie to see if she was suitable as a collaborator of the Silver Wheel, but he changed his mind the moment he saw Maggie.
Because in his eyes, Maggie's entire being, and indeed her entire body, was tightly bound by cause and effect, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, those extraordinary causal lines were continuing to grow.
This also means that in this era, Maggie will definitely become one of the most important characters, or even the most important one.
Such people shine brightly in every era, and their fates are basically one of two things: one is to become a ruler or a god, and the other is to be like a fleeting flower, a shooting star that is dazzling but will eventually be submerged in the long river of history.
Even if he doesn't interfere or use Maggie, Maggie will still be caught up in the vortex of the times.
That's why El said those words.
But there was something about Maggie that even El hadn't realized: the rate at which Maggie's causal growth was increasing had reached an eerie level, more than twice as fast as that of the gods of the past.
The air fell silent again, leaving only Maggie and Philomona. In the end, Philomona, bored out of her mind, twirled the dagger in her hand and then put it back into her leg ring.
"It seems the angel isn't going to let you off the hook. I might not be here next time. If he wants you to do something, you'd better not agree."
Philomona looked at Maggie and said in a cautionary tone.
"In my experience, those who are used as pawns by the angels in every era never have a good ending. You won't gain anything by cooperating with them."
Maggie, of course, listened intently.
Although she knew a bit about angels, most of it came from background stories in comics. She hadn't experienced them firsthand and didn't know how angels operated.
But Philomona is different; she's lived so long, she must have seen it with her own eyes.
"Okay, thank you, senior."
Maggie thanked her sincerely.
"My two sons seem to like you quite a bit, so please don't die so easily, or I'll be in a difficult position."
A hint of sadness appeared between Filomona's brows.
If Maggie dies and her soul goes to hell, then Roy will be in trouble. But if Maggie is still alive, Safa can come to the continent to see Maggie, and Roy can also see Maggie.
The current situation is quite good.
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