How It Feels To Be The Loser (12)
Basil looked at Iliana neutrally as he quirked his eyebrow. "They don't really need a guide. They are not heading somewhere, after all; they are just going to temporarily hide themselves until the battle ends, and do nothing."
Iliana glanced at the little girl the elderly man was holding in his embrace, and observed Basil's expression. 'He really is going to sacrifice these people.' It was nothing out of the ordinary for a Mage, but she couldn't help a light frown from forming.
"I am aware of that, Sil." Iliana waved her hand nonchalantly. "However, you know it best that nothing will go exactly as what one expected. Who knows what will happen while they are hiding, right?"
Iliana was aware of the plan: release the people, tell them to enter the Dungeon, let the Low Class Demons after them, as Basil "helps" the people flee from the Demons that are hot on their tails with the control he has over the Dungeon.