Hill felt that Triton was having a rough time.
Even now, he still did not know that the woman who had deceived him and tried to fight him for the Oceanic divine authority might be his grandmother or great-grandmother.
Otherwise, he would not have cooperated so obediently with William.
That was not to say he would have developed any affection for those two goddesses, but no matter how you looked at it, they all came from the same pantheon. As long as Zeus was not standing there, there were matters they could discuss... If the benefits were sufficient, Triton was not incapable of backing out.
Even if the Ocean Goddess had been the one to scheme against Triton first, it was still the same.
The Greek Pantheon had survived precisely by scheming against one another... The winner took everything. Although the loser even had to hand over his wife and children, he could only accept his fate. If he could still get a few scraps to eat, then he could live quite well.
They were called Gods, but they lived like a troop of monkeys, relying entirely on instinct to survive. They had no morality or ethics, nor did they need any.
Thus, competitors connected to divine authorities were their greatest enemies. The moment the other party showed even the slightest possibility of threatening them, they had to fight to the death and kill them before it was too late.
But at other times, even if a higher-ranking, lower-ranking, or equal God played a trick on them, they would not risk their lives to resist or seek revenge... After all, if they had the chance, when they saw an unfamiliar God—or even one with no connection to them—bending over and looking down from the edge of a cliff, they would