So when Selûne mentioned "a lady," it had never even occurred to Hill that perhaps the Silver Moon Maiden's ever-sharp instincts had sensed something. He had merely thought... how could anyone fail to notice the prettier, more feminine goddess?
Her overly standard classical attire, her neatly pinned-up hair, even her hair ornaments and jewelry all resembled those worn by noblewomen in Oil Paintings... It was not that she was not beautiful, but such an aristocratic woman held no appeal whatsoever for Hill.
No matter how beautiful a girl was, once she had been confined within a shell, she would inevitably lose much of her radiance... not to mention that this one was not quite beautiful enough to begin with.
But only now did Hill begin to realize that, no matter what, the Order Gods' status in the Multiverse could not be underestimated. It could even be said that they were among the very strongest few.
Even if they had to follow countless rules... all the Order Gods' rules served themselves, rather than restricting themselves.
So someone like that beauty in men's clothing, dressing according to her own wishes, was her true self.
As for this one... Though Hill did not know women all that well, he was certain of one thing. If she truly liked that classical, almost rigid style of dress, her presence would not have felt so... empty.
It was not as though Hill had never seen ladies who wore the same style of long gown year after year and kept their hair in the most rigorous arrangements. But those women believed that version of themselves was their most perfect self... so you could see the aura of I'm the most beautiful in their eyes and movements.
Even a rather shallow man like Hill might not understand that