Shar cast Hill a sidelong glance.
The child was strangely quiet today.
She had initially thought something had happened, or... that someone had done something to him. But after probing several times, Hill's behavior seemed perfectly normal.
He still gloated when he should gloat, and he was even less able to resist sowing discord when the chance arose.
The little gleam of cunning in his eyes as they shifted back and forth between her and Selûne was also entirely in keeping with his usual attitude.
He simply did not like bringing up the battle between Mount Celestia and Asmodeus.
Could it be... Shar thought in a daze... that among the fathers of that great fool, Wistalia, the Elven God-King of Telashir whom William constantly muttered about, one had come from Mount Celestia?
Impossible!
She carefully examined those Order Gods again, some white-haired and aged, others stern-faced... Was there anyone among that lot who could possibly win Corellon's heart?
Then what was Hill avoiding?
Still, Mount Celestia...
Shar shook her head slightly.
Though many powerful forces would be interested in that place, the one Corellon favored should not be so boring.
That fellow's taste in women and men was completely different.
Women merely had to be beautiful. Men... besides being beautiful, had to possess something special.
If they only had a pretty face, then in Corellon's eyes, they were merely another kind of "woman."
Someone like that would never be interested in a miserable place like Mount Celestia.
The reason Ao had insisted on starting anew was also because he had discovered Mount Celestia's greatest flaw... being surrounded by that abundant positive energy and life energy for too long would slowly strip one of the will to fight.
Back when Toril had only the three of them who could communicate with