Hill understood, of course, that this had to be the result of Oaisis increasingly favoring Lucimar in his heart.
That was why the good fortune he had bestowed on Lucimar had suddenly suppressed Ismail's overwhelming luck for a moment. Of course, Triton might also have helped.
The Lord of the Ocean's first reaction upon seeing Ismail would surely have been to curse him.
As for what the little princess had done... whether that inexplicable bout of bedroom exercise had been influenced by Triton's will, for instance, Hill had no way of guessing.
Sometimes, even the gods of the Greek Pantheon were astonished by the things they themselves did... Was I possessed back then?
For normal people, well... it was best to look only at the outcome. Never consider the process, much less ask why, unless you wanted your perfectly sound logic to suddenly snap.
Instead, the thought that always came to him first—that good people would be rewarded—had only ever been his own wishful thinking.
Only those strong enough to withstand malice could remain both good and alive.
Yet every time he encountered something like this, Hill sincerely hoped that kindness would not go unrewarded, and had not gone unrewarded.
Most likely, even the luck that had always answered his every wish could not fulfill such a fanciful dream. Still, if it could give someone with good intentions even a slim chance of survival at a critical moment, then this windfall of extraordinary fortune would not have been wasted on him.
It might sound a little insincere, but that was truly how Hill felt... he could not live like those resolute, generous souls who paid an enormous price to save others' lives. But he was willing to trade away the surplus benefits he could spare without hurting himself to those