Hill thought for a moment, then answered as conservatively as possible. "She was a Death God directly appointed by the River Styx, so she won't come into conflict with the Earth Pantheon.
"If it's a serious matter, she should at least listen to what I have to say."
William laughed helplessly. "You still sound every bit the Mage."
Falan was the most rigorous Mage William had ever met... even more rigorous than Draculus.
Draculus's Absolute Neutrality could also be described as absolute self-interest. His starting point in viewing anything was always himself.
Falan was the sort of orthodox Mage William recognized.
Exceptionally gifted, a genius favored by heaven. He did not care for power or riches, but that did not mean he lacked humanity altogether.
The sole pursuit of his life was his own Great Dao.
And Hill, who had grown up trailing behind Falan's robes, might have been more lively because he was a Child of Nature, and a little uneven in his talents... but he had always carried that scholarly air.
He was somewhat like the God of Space-Time.
Though their old man always looked mysterious and imposing in public, before his own people, he was still a man of books.
Compared with the great worldly matters William was pondering, the God of Space-Time preferred studying whether his alchemical formations could be improved another step.
No matter what world they came from, scholars all shared the same habit: they would never state something they were not certain of in a definite tone.
Even when they were eighty percent certain they could fulfill one hundred percent of a request, they would only claim the extent of what they could accomplish with absolute certainty.
Even if doing so made others discount their capabilities.
From William's careful analysis of Hill's words,