After buffing himself to the brim and donning close-fitting clothes woven from Crystal Flower vines... which were actually just rather thin autumn underwear, with a neat, traditional Mage robe over them, Hill slowly floated toward the Demiplane beneath the protection of Mage Armor.
Of course, he had already surveyed it by every possible means. He had found no unusual phenomena, and aside from resentment, he felt no unease.
The resentment was unavoidable.
If Selûne had appeared beside him, he would have fixed that silver moon, who only knew how to ruin things, with a deeply aggrieved stare.
Such a rare treasure—something that might not appear once in a hundred thousand years across the Multiverse—just...
Hill's lips twitched, but he swallowed the less-than-friendly words.
He hated that he was always so reasonable... after all, what did this have to do with Selûne?
Other people had things they wanted to do, too.
And she had no obligation to protect this Demiplane.
Standing before the entrance to the Demiplane, Hill suddenly laughed... Had he complained too often that there was nothing in the Multiverse capable of making him lose control or awaken greed, so fate had decided to show him what a truly good thing looked like?
Yet although his heart surged, and he even felt a rare hint of unease and resentment, Hill calmed himself before opening this blind box.
He could not achieve the lofty state of being neither delighted by gain nor saddened by loss, but in the face of this level of temptation, Hill could still keep himself from overthinking.
Of course he would be happy if he obtained it, but... what if it truly turned out to be nothing but empty joy?
This was still an excellent Demiplane!
It could even make him feel less pressured while building