Hill suddenly felt the passage of time.
Although he had sensed changes in himself, that... had come from encountering certain things and certain people. He had never really had much sense of the actual time that had passed.
He had indeed been away from Telashir for a long time.
But what did that amount to for Hill?
Time was precious because humans could feel their lives slipping away... Only humans, with their brief lives, could lament that time, once gone, would never return.
Although Hill still retained his old habits in many respects, his numbness to the passage of time had already become much like that of long-lived species such as elves.
But at this moment, after seeing Xue Yunfeng emerge from his confusion, seeing Young Master graduate and begin to walk his own path in life, and seeing how much Perfect Baldhead had clearly matured... even Demon Sword had, in truth, become much more sensible than he had been a few years ago.
He might still rarely say anything decent, but at least he would get things done first.
In the past, Demon Sword would hardly have been able to work properly while cracking jokes... To him, a second of happiness had mattered more than any serious business.
They really were no longer quite the same people Hill had first met.
Time for the Undead had been sped up, too.
Their real selves had only traveled a few years down the road.
Yet decades had already passed in the fantasy world.
But only now did Hill suddenly realize that so much time had passed.
Long enough for an ordinary person in a fantasy world to live out an entire life, and for the Undead to move into a different stage of life in their own world.
And he...
Hill