Shar's major move this time also alerted someone else who had been watching from the sidelines.
Though her giant screen flickered so wildly it was dizzying, there were only so many shadows she could use... so she was bound to accidentally run into the voyeur who had arrived first.
Hill looked at Cyric's pale little face flashing across the screen and could not help laughing.
Cyric was actually rather delicate-looking, not at all as... gloomy and terrifying as the legends claimed.
So even with his mouth slightly open and an astonished expression on his face, he did not look ugly.
That made sense. Even when mortals became professionals and had their bodies refined by magic, they became far more striking. How could a God—especially one using his appearance from his mortal days—possibly become ugly?
Even Evil Gods who wanted to intimidate their followers would not alter their own faces. They merely made their aura more terrifying... How many mortals could see what they truly looked like?
Cyric acted like a clown, but that did not mean he looked like one.
Besides, he himself knew what beauty was.
Otherwise, Helm... Sigh, there was no helping it. No matter how narrow-minded, flamboyant, and mad Cyric behaved, Hill's first reaction was always that moving encounter.
So it was understandable that Sharess hated him so much... Even those who had witnessed that three-person tryst understood that she was the winner who had gained Helm's love. The other had merely gotten one night of pleasure through shameless persistence.
But no one could deny that Helm had gotten into Cyric's bed first.
And as long as Cyric remained active, that absurd feat—which had shocked the entire Multiverse—would never vanish from people's conversations.
The instant people saw Cyric, it was difficult not to think of that juicy