Chapter 127: The Reception at the Imperial Palace III

"So... Is it also him that I should blame for your repeated attempts to control my mind since earlier?"

"Huh?"

Adall's (Lilith's) voice had now turned icy.

Icy enough, at least, to freeze Duke Zyphar in place for a moment before he stepped back in surprise.

"Control... your mind? What are you talking about, Sir Adall?"

Zyphar's response was a stammer. His usual characteristic laugh was stuck in his throat. His eyes betrayed a surprise he could no longer hide.

Even though it made sense to think he was faking astonishment to deny the primordial's accusations, the fact remained that he was genuinely caught off guard by her remark.

Indeed, [Psychic Slave], the 8th-circle spell from the darkness element that he had created and was currently using to take control of Adall's mind, wasn't supposed to be noticed by the target, especially if the latter was weaker than the caster, which should have been the case here.