Of course, the most "helpless" thing about this white smoke was that even Hill himself had no way to cure it.
Once it stuck to someone, they could only wait it out.
As for how long they had to wait, that depended on their luck... The more they got covered in it, the longer their bad luck would last.
But at the very least, they had to endure dozens of changes in scent.
For white smoke that had practically been poured down someone's throat like this... it depended on which stage Arturas finally made up his mind to sever his Divine Kingdom himself.
But no matter what, he would stink for a century or so.
However, the God of Nobility and Sovereignty had never been the rational, decisive type.
He had always been two-faced: ruthless toward outsiders and endlessly hesitant with his own people.
Anyway, as long as Purvi flew fast enough, he would not have to worry about whether he would need a new body.
And the Otherworld Whale truly gave it everything he had.
Purvi's frenzied flight finally slowed to a stop outside a certain azure Divine Kingdom.
Standing on the terrace, Hill opened his arms.
Her water-blue hair drifting through the Starry Sky, the breathtakingly beautiful Aglaia suddenly threw herself into his embrace. "Daddy Hill~ Welcome home!"
Beneath her soft blue-and-white scale armor, she wore the gradient ink-wash blue gown Hill had had the Undead send back to her.
Though it looked completely unadorned, every thread within it had been drawn or compressed by Hill himself from all sorts of rare Water Law materials.
Creating ink-wash-like shades from the raw materials' natural colors had taken Hill quite a bit of effort.
Sure enough, Aglaia liked it quite a lot.
Hill quietly let out a breath... Every innovation