Hill completely understood why William was so pleased.
Compared to Hill, who only dealt with Draculus occasionally and already found him infuriating, William was the one who had always had to deal with the president of the Mages' Guild.
Even after becoming the god of justice, William still could not let anyone else deal with Draculus... even his highly capable cousin Naven could not emerge unscathed from that old fox's shameless grasp.
And the reason William could withstand him was not because he could keep up with Draculus's schemes, but because, as the Lord of Justice, he could naturally play dirty... every deal and every clause Draculus proposed had to go through their precious Divine Scale first.
Even if William made the wrong judgment at first, he could go back on it in the name of Draculus violating the laws of fairness and justice.
But most importantly, William had never once failed to regret it afterward.
So Hill could completely understand his gloating.
Draculus needed someone like Glasya to deal with him—someone shameless, unreasonable, and utterly capable of crushing any resistance from him.
The key was that Glasya only made him difficult to deal with; she would not actually take his life... though she was an extremely annoying person, no one wanted him dead.
After all, they had once fought side by side for Telashir.
No matter what Draculus had done, no one could say he was unworthy of being a Telashiri.
So for reasonable people like Hill and William, being able to watch this spectacle and record every bit of it was truly valuable.
It suddenly felt incredibly satisfying!
But there were some things Hill did not intend to say himself, so he merely smiled at the curious Shar. "Sometimes, the entertainment provided by someone you know is even