After being cheeky for a moment, Hill suddenly felt much better.
He had never been some kind of savior, not even for his own world. He certainly would not give so much for another world.
Respecting other people's fates was something that sounded simple, yet was incredibly difficult.
No matter how nicely one put it, when one could so easily control another person's fate, restraining one's own hand was truly not easy.
Of course, if this matter had not been so shocking that even Hill, who had always calmly watched the storms of the outside world, found it unbelievable, he would not have wavered like this.
If the first world Hill had encountered after leaving Telashir had been this one, he really might not have been able to refrain from getting involved.
When he had been in Faerunriel, his thoughts had still been rather shallow, and he had been easily moved by other people's misfortunes.
Even if the first world he had encountered after leaving Toril had also been this one, Hill might have lent a hand.
Back then, he had not yet understood as clearly as he did now that some destinies were truly forged by the people themselves.
As his emotions surged violently after discovering the truth, Hill knew he had touched upon a small portion of this world's Fate Lines.
But what he saw first was why Rute and the others had reached this point.
The reason Rute had become the Soul Tower faction's contingency plan was that, during their divinations, they had glimpsed scattered fragments of the future.
But that future... Hill pressed his lips together. Even someone like him, only half-versed in the laws of fate, could see that it was merely one manifestation among countless possible destinies.
They had believed in that future the