Even powerful enough to bargain with an existence like the River Styx, Lathander would never lightly touch the other party's bottom line.
Besides, there was nothing in this world worth challenging a powerful authority for.
Lathander was not afraid of powerful authorities, but he was not so hardheaded that he would butt heads over matters that had little to do with him.
Since this world already had an acknowledged owner, he had to respect that owner's will.
Therefore, the reason Lathander had not spread his enthusiasm and friendliness was surely because the River Styx had its own intentions.
And most fundamentally... it was understandable that Joss had no followers in this world, but likewise, Lathander would not feel any fondness for them.
No matter what faults Joss had, at least his intentions were genuinely kind. He had never intended to demand any reward from them.
Yet that kindness had been completely ignored... solely because of his obvious flaws.
It was understandable, but it was impossible to feel any affection for these people.
Lathander had always repaid one with one and ten with ten, whether for good or ill.
Since the refugees of these Defense Towers had given Joss a zero, Lathander naturally returned 'nothing at all.'
Otherwise, the Dawn Lord had always been a supporter and practitioner of "when there are policies from above, there are countermeasures below."
Hill gently glanced at his friend.
Although he was not pleased by the ignorance and ingratitude of those mortals below, Lathander still held fast to his principles and bottom line.
He could actually have stopped the increasingly fierce fighting among the Undead. It had already spread so far that the people in the Defense Tower refugee camps below could clearly see the Undead's combat methods with their naked eyes.
Although these Swordsmen