Well, Alisa realized simply willing herself to remaster her magic in the time she had left was a tall order, even for a mage as poweful as herself. No doubt her power alone posed another challenge, for the sculptress hinged a great deal of her strength in how accustomed she'd grown to her magic, treating it as an extension of her body... An invaluable strength in just about any circumstance, except when those rare few times came along where she found herself in the need of something else entirely. She made quite a few more attempts along the way, and Olivia dismissed them all, the demoness merely watching her with a hint of interest as she hovered at her side, the slow, steady beating of her small wings just enough to create a slight, pleasant draft as she seemed all too reluctant to simply walk her way to the citadel:
"...Since you know so much about this demon, I don't suppose you'd know why it targeted me?", raising her hand close to her face, brushing a long hair, Alisa spent little time actually making conversation, never missing a chance to probe the helpful demoness for information.
It seemed like a pointless question to ask, and perhaps it really was... Alisa could think of plentiful reasons, from her staunch defense of Astera town, to her fame as a mage and value as a foe to be vanquished... Even to her very nature as a Demon Slayer who'd gone to great lengths to well and truly trim the size of the demon's army. All of them were fair reasons she wouldn't find surprising to hear from those plush, ever enticing lips, but instead, all she got as that which she'd come to expect at this point:
"Maybe it just doesn't like your face?", she shrugged, raising a finger to her lips, though she couldn't help but wink playfully at the huntress, smirking the whole way, "Adamel is notorious for his poor taste~"
As cheeky as the answer might have sounded, Alisa couldn't help but furrow her brow not at the playfulness spoken, but for a moment there she actually acknowledged the demoness might be onto something: Could this be a personal grudge of some sort...? She certainly considered the option herself, but even now she couldn't help but feel a bit silly that a demoness' words could ring true in the most unlikely of fashions.