Aislin's fate really was terrible. She did seem rather pitiful.
But only seemed.
To Hill, Aislin was not important enough for him to interfere with a world god's Path of Fate.
His friendly relationship with Aislin had, in truth, always been built upon his compromises.
Someone as proud as Hill found it difficult to turn a relationship of mutual benefit into friendship.
Not to mention that Aislin had never harbored any goodwill toward him in the first place.
If Gilbert—or, worse still, Russell—had been standing here, neither of them would have ended well after being dragged into this by Aislin.
Even if they could chat with smiles on their faces, in Hill's eyes, Aislin was a nuisance worse than a stranger.
Other than people like Oliva and Rute, who had spent thousands of years adjusting to life with her, who could possibly build any kind of rapport with her?
Back then, her personality had been no different from that of a princess of Hell.
Now, she was one of the most chaotic kinds of Moon Goddess... setting aside whether she was good or not, her very existence represented trouble.
Not to mention that, according to Hill's speculation, this Moon Goddess was the true culprit behind the world's disastrous blunder back then, which had drawn the Lord of Hell's attention to this world... otherwise, Hill would not still believe Aislin had a sliver of hope left.
With that female Mage's weak willpower, if a God favored by the world awakened within her, she would have almost no ability to resist.
But this Moon Goddess was not cursed by the world... forget it, there were no what-ifs. Even if it used its final breath, the World Will would curse that idiotic Silver Moon. So even Aislin, who would lose against anyone she