Hill could naturally understand William's furious rage after learning everything, and the killing intent that had surged toward the God of Nobles.
And every time he thought about it, he wanted to slap himself... and he truly had.
Although Alice was doing well now, becoming a God as a queen, with a fairly promising future ahead of her.
But could that make up for Hill losing his daughter, for the pain of never being able to look up and see her again?
William felt deeply ashamed of the petty thought he had once held—that Hill and Alice's bond was not as deep as his own with Aglaia.
Hill had merely treated daughters of different temperaments differently. His affection had seemed light and detached, but that did not mean it carried no weight.
For someone like Hill, discovering that his failure had come from placing too much trust in his friend... William did not even dare imagine what he must have felt.
William knew very well that no matter how meticulous or meaningful his plans for this newly appointed Death God were, he had to be even more cautious whenever Hill's choices were involved.
Handing all initiative over to Hill and letting him decide whether to act was William's greatest sincerity.
Even so, William did not dare hope that Hill would forget their past grievances and become his sincere friend again.
But at least Hill could see his sincerity and know that he understood just how foolish he had been.
William quietly watched Hill as he contacted Gilbert, a sigh rising from the depths of his heart... He had indeed grown greatly, but the price he had paid was far too great.
What kept him awake at night was not the friendship he had lost, but the fact that he had