Hill could not help scratching his hair. Although he still found Draculus somewhat unpleasant, after everything that had happened on Toril, he seemed to understand the old man a little better.
He still disagreed with Draculus's way of conducting himself, but if it were the current him, he probably would not feel quite so disgusted... probably?
Forget it. His tolerance for selfishness and self-centeredness probably still could not reach that level. It was just that he likely would not be as furious as he had been back then. He should be able to adopt the attitude Falan held toward Draculus.
As expected, his maternal grandfather was the most standard Mage. All this time had only allowed him to take a few steps toward Falan's level of spiritual development.
Perhaps it was because his strength had not come from his own painstaking cultivation. Hill had a feeling that he had become a little carried away by how rapidly his power had risen... If the world he had traveled to alone had not been Toril, filled with danger, but a world where he could do whatever he pleased, he might already have gone down the wrong path.
That was not to say he would necessarily become a bad person, but he might well have done something outrageous because he was too arrogant... Take Oaisis World, for example. If he had been the Hill who had just left Telashir, could he have worked as hard as he did now to restrain himself and adapt to this less prosperous world... instead of trying to find ways around its countless rules?
Hill recalled what he had been like when he had first arrived on Toril, and he could not say for certain.
The pressure Toril placed on him had been great enough to make him