The more Hill learned, the more he felt that Toril was truly a terrifying place.
The God of Nobles, who could be considered a villain in Telashir, probably would not survive three days over there.
After all, even the worst people in Telashir had motives. Even the most disgusting Goddess of Springwater had a reason... jealousy was a reason, too.
And anyone blocking her path forward was naturally a mortal enemy.
But those were reasons people could understand.
Toril was different.
They might plot against someone simply because they happened to see him, or because someone else was more convenient.
That was the entirety of their reason.
Even the victims would not ask why. They just had to strike back.
It was not like Telashir, where they would even hold a collective trial over Springwater's sins... what the hell did that count for in Toril?
So Hill, who had made his way out after a round in Toril, had truly been reborn.
Those quiet, subtle probes, and that calm composure while acting right under the noses of people who knew exactly what was going on... those were not things the old him could have managed.
Sigh, it was not that he truly liked spacing out so much... Asmodeus and the Order Gods' conversation was simply too boring.
Who among those able to see this did not already know their dirty laundry?
What was the point of saying it all again?
Seriously, it was so irritating.
Still, he understood that if Asmodeus did not have some guilty secret in his heart and some trap in his hands, he would not waste so much breath.
And the Order Gods, who had stood atop Mount Celestia for so many years, might panic a little when it came to direct confrontation, but when it