Shar turned her head to glance at Selûne, but as a typical schemer who constantly sabotaged her allies, she lacked the nerve to openly accuse her notoriously chaotic sister.
She merely asked softly, "Why didn't you have that whale of yours bring the Undead along? Your demiplane should have been able to fit them, right?"
They both knew the Undead could release their ships once they reached Snowfall Island, and Purvi's speed was clearly much faster.
Hill smiled. "The Undead prefer this kind of momentum where ten thousand ships set sail and a massive battle looms. They don't need me to meddle; if they need help, they'll go ask Martha."
He had no intention of talking much with the Goddess of Dark Night... Although he actually didn't care much anymore about dropping his disguise in front of William, for some reason, Hill was even more reluctant to let William know where he came from or who he truly was.
Perhaps it was also because he didn't want William to know that he, Hill, had understood everything and known everything right from the start?
Anyway, for the sake of this little bit of pettiness, Hill decided to explain the Undead's actions as literally as possible, especially when facing this Goddess of Dark Night who was clearly always dating and chatting with William.
Hill actually understood that every time the Undead sailed a ship away, they were essentially gathering their own people and successfully forming a group.
Especially those large guilds; even if they were entirely family members, once they got on board, counting heads and arranging team compositions was enough to keep them busy for a while.
Moreover, during the magical ship's voyage, the most crucial thing for them was that the task allocation table had to be arranged with crystal