"What else?" Old School Striking King had always been perceptive. "If it were only William, you wouldn't have said that."
"Hill." Rainfall on the Mortal Realm sighed.
"Who?" Old School Striking King's voice shot up an octave.
"Hill seems to want someone to look after that tree. For some reason, he came to me," Rainfall on the Mortal Realm said casually.
"If it's Hill, why not go?" Old School Striking King was perfectly serious. "Aren't you just worried that your copy here will become a one-dimensional NPC, leaving everyone who comes later with the impression that you're nothing but an impartial, iron-faced inspector?
"That definitely wouldn't happen with Hill.
"He loves enjoying life. The people who work for him have so much freedom!
"Look at Purvi... What's that little whale doing?
"Sneaking around like that. If he wants to fight, just fight... Why does he keep circling?"
"Don't you know that tree suddenly disappeared?" Rainfall on the Mortal Realm looked helpless. "Hill's invitation still stands, but... that's my copy we're talking about!
"Old Age, I really don't want to spend most of my life aboard a spaceship, only for my copy to spend his whole life in Telashir's Astral Plane."
He set down his tablet, pinched the bridge of his nose, and flopped onto the sofa. "Hill never wanted someone to look after the tree. He wanted someone to look after those moon elves.
"He just wants someone who strictly follows the rules to stay there and guard against whatever wild ideas those chaos-aligned demigods come up with.
"The moon elves don't just work in the Earth Goddess's and Aglaia's Divine Kingdoms anymore!
"They've even turned up on the Goddess of Agriculture's side."
"Hill really knows how to pick them." Perfect Baldhead's tone was decidedly odd.
Clearly, he had put