Gilbert finally understood what the mage from the Starry Sky really meant... Whatever god their world had originally belonged to, it certainly wasn't Bisozeya.
And the disdain in the mage's voice was unmistakable.
That could only mean that the one who had reduced their world to its current state was that "great" goddess herself.
As for their true World Lord, they had either perished completely or were barely clinging to life.
Then Gilbert swiftly reached a conclusion: they must already be dead.
Otherwise, this clearly powerful mage would not have suddenly sought out ordinary people like them, especially a dying man like him.
"Have you... come to me because there's something you need me to do?" Gilbert asked hesitantly. "I may not care about the Black Mystery Tower, but I do care quite a lot about the Hainalson Family."
He dared not say too much, but he had made his meaning perfectly clear... He did not care if Hill used him against the Black Mystery Tower, or even Sia Tower, but he feared that if Hill failed, the Hainalson Family would follow in the Defense Tower's footsteps.
Having lost his home once, Gilbert was extremely sensitive to such matters. The moment the subject came up, he understood.
"I want to take a look inside Sia Tower," Hill said frankly.
His timing was both good and bad... He had originally intended to act as Gilbert's elderly mentor, or simply impersonate the unfortunate young man after his death. Unfortunately, he had arrived at this awkward moment.
He could hardly go around killing people and setting fires over such a minor matter, yet he could not restore Gilbert's health either.
If Gilbert really continued burning through his vitality and soul, he could actually hold on for another twenty years... In particular, a mage