The two people of Telashir, each preoccupied with his own concerns, went about their business... No matter what, they were both heading in a better direction, and the future was not entirely without hope.
Gilbert, whom Hill had seized as a communication medium, truly felt his vision go dark.
He actually respected this Archmage from another world, who had helped him tremendously and allowed him to be noticed by the River Styx. So the moment Hill spoke, Gilbert very consciously became a relay station without even asking what the other party wanted.
Of course, that was also because the River Styx had already laid the groundwork with him, informing him that Archmage Hill was qualified.
Gilbert needed to carefully consider whether his own affairs should be reported to the River Styx, but matters related to Hill required no such thought.
Whether it was appropriate was the River Styx's own concern; Gilbert did not need to think it through for him.
That was why Gilbert had acted so decisively.
But now, he sincerely regretted being so forthright.
He should have asked first.
Of course, that did not mean he would have stopped Hill from having this conversation, but at least he could have prepared himself mentally instead of trembling as he listened.
After so long, Gilbert had actually come to understand the River Styx a little.
This one truly feared trouble and hated it most when unrelated people inexplicably came to him to ask him to do things... Among those unrelated people, even the Death God whom he had appointed as the manager of the River Styx was included.
Generally speaking, unless one of the Styx Messengers he had arranged died, the River Styx would not care whether a Styx Tributary in a world it had already flowed through might explode