Hill glanced at William, whose face was full of regret, then smiled as he looked around the hall and said solemnly, "The River Styx's primary consciousness is currently on the River Styx of this world. Since he does not welcome other guests, no one can go there.
The River Styx has never been polite to anyone, nor does he forgive.
No matter who it is, do not expect exemption... showing up uninvited is a declaration of war against him."
William nodded with a smile.
He truly had wanted to take a look at the River Styx.
However, since Hill had made it so clear, William certainly would not do something as foolish as offending an old man who could cripple him without much effort.
He casually glanced at Selûne, who seemed lost in thought... William naturally knew Hill had not spoken so plainly for his sake.
Normally, given Hill's temperament, he would leave some room in his words and mostly rely on hints.
That was probably related to how he had dealt with beings stronger than himself ever since childhood.
So, he usually stopped at a mere hint.
But who could blame him when there was someone here who, if things were not explained clearly, could simply widen her eyes and ask how she was supposed to know?
Even a god from another world like him, whose information channels were not especially well connected, knew about the mess surrounding Toril's River Styx.
After all, Jergal's strength was there... he was absolutely not the sort who could lose so thoroughly that he could never raise his head again merely because his schemes fell a step short.
Any innate god who controlled a certain domain and had a clear enough mind could certainly infer part of the reason why Toril's God of