Hill wasn't doing so well.
The level-one Sorcerer he had only recently advanced to had practically taken every ounce of his strength, and he still hadn't caught up... Mages really did need inspiration, but they also truly needed sweat.
That so-called one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration really meant that only after sweating through that ninety-nine percent could one hope for the remaining one percent of inspiration.
That was because he genuinely had considerable talent... For a less gifted Mage, the ratio would probably have to be calculated in tens of thousands.
With Hill's luck, he also had to spend an enormous amount of time and energy completing that initial ninety-nine percent of the work.
Even a level-one Sorcerer rank would take him years, perhaps even over a decade, of effort to catch up to his Mage level.
And this was four levels!
The moment Hill realized what had happened, he had nearly exploded.
The key question was, could he ensure that over such a long period, his Sorcerer level would remain there waiting for his Mage level to slowly catch up?
Even Hill himself didn't dare guarantee it.
But no matter how poorly he was doing, when he heard Lathander's shitty question, he could only smile as casually as possible. "I'm still young. I can make up for it slowly. There's no need to worry about such trivial matters."
"That's true." Lathander nodded. "Travel more, see more. The Astral Plane is quite valuable to Mages."
Though Lathander had been fooled by his performance, Shar clearly had not.
However, Daughter of Dark Night still gave him some face. Though her gaze scraped over him like blades, at least she didn't expose him aloud.
Selûne, who didn't have much of a reaction to Hill's strength or future, was considering another