Lucilla glared at Basil with her bloodshot eyes. Her teeth were tightly gritted, and it didn't take one to be a genius to know that she was utterly mad.
Her hands were trying their best to loosen up Basil's hold on her neck to no avail. She wasn't actually suffocating, however for such a prideful Demon as her, being lifted above the ground by her neck was utterly humiliating.
She had killed a numerous amount of Demons to get to her current position—it had taken her hundreds of years to be this strong. It was really disbelieving as much as it was humiliating that she could be defeated quite easily by a human.
"Curse you, pretentious human! Ptooi!" Lucilla spat at Basil, but he easily dodged her saliva. "You are a Ninth Circle Mage pretending to be a Fifth Circle Mage, aren't you?!"
