Hill could not help blinking.
What was Selûne worried about?
Could she really think Shar would choose to marry herself off just because she hated Toril's noise?
The Silver Moon Maidens were forever childish, but that did not mean she did not know that love between Gods did not require marriage, did it?
Shar meeting William did not mean she had stopped causing trouble on Toril.
Selûne must have heard some gossip again and started wildly overthinking it... no wonder Shar said her head was full of seaweed Umberlee had poured into it.
How could Shar possibly give up Toril?!
Still, Hill had no intention of taking every word those two said seriously... conveying entirely different information openly and secretly was basic practice for Toril's Gods.
Of course, what they said openly was not false. The gap between it and the truth might simply be as vast as a somersault cloud.
Hill had learned that lesson very deeply over the past few days. He had also learned to smile and let everything pass.
Do not release the hawk before seeing the rabbit; never pass judgment before seeing the ending.
Otherwise, even with nature's reminders, he would sooner or later get played into some trap.
After all, sincere words spoken with goodwill did not necessarily come from good intentions.
Hill absolutely did not dare judge whether something was good or bad based on whether it felt right anymore.
He did not have that kind of brain. Even the best Sensation System would be wasted on him.
He might as well cut off every thought of if I were... would he... from the start.
The sudden shaking of the camera on the spider silk caught Hill's attention as he was reflecting on himself... being able to reflect when he had not even