Hill suspected that even Ao had lost control at this point.
After all, Selûne's channel, which had long since become useless and been replaced by Lathander's, suddenly lit up again, raising a fourth giant screen within Hill's Mage Tower.
Although Hill had indeed granted Selûne permission, her delayed reaction made it obvious that the cameraman had changed.
What surprised Hill was not that Selûne had shared even this camera with Ao... after all, Shar had practically brought the matter out into the open with her earlier remarks.
Besides, William and the God of Space-Time had clearly anticipated the secret connection between Ao and Selûne, so Hill had not paid it much mind.
Even a Little Cotton Jacket full of holes could still shield someone from a little wind and rain, right?
What surprised him was that Ao, who had always been so composed and had shown no reaction even after hearing his two troublesome daughters and even more troublesome stepson whispering about him, had completely forgotten to conceal the fact that he had been eavesdropping all along.
For Ao, who hailed from Mount Celestia and loved putting on airs, this was unprecedented.
Even when Shar and Selûne truly wrecked Toril, he probably had not been this shocked.
Perhaps this Overgod, who enjoyed toying with fate and was always calculating, was experiencing true incomprehensibility for the first time.
Even Shar could only wear an absurd look in her eyes and an utterly bizarre expression on her face.
Selûne, however, felt nothing at all. After glancing at the giant screen that had originally belonged to her, she turned back toward the pool to watch the people there.
Hill was more concerned with what Ao wanted to see—or rather, what he wanted to record.
After all, Ao could not possibly be unaware of