Fortunately, Hill had a firm will.
Of course, he also knew that the reason he could act so freely according to his own wishes was because he had enough time.
In truth, Hill had always felt that since he already possessed a long life and eternal youth, if he still had to decide his future at the very beginning of his life... that would be far too boring.
During the time when his life had been threatened, Hill had not been without doubts.
But it had only been during that period.
Back then, though he was still young and hot-blooded, his former self had left him somewhat afraid of death.
That Meteor Shower, which had swept countless souls along with it, had carved a deep enough mark into his heart.
But it was only when he had known the dangers outside and still walked out of Telashir that he truly gained a proper understanding of the path his life should take.
He wanted to become a true Mage, even if his talent might not have been all that good... Hill was not being pretentious. In his understanding, good Mages were Falan and Draculus.
When those two spoke to each other, they were calm and confident, but Hill, listening in from the side, had truly been fooled badly.
He had genuinely believed that an existence like Draculus merely had excellent talent, rather than extraordinary talent.
Only someone like Falan possessed truly exceptional, supreme Mage talent.
So when he thought of himself as an outstanding but otherwise unremarkable Mage, that was not really wrong, right?
After arriving on Toril, he had gradually realized that there might be something wrong with his understanding.
At the very least, Elminster, whom he had considered to possess top-tier talent, did not... seem capable of suppressing Falan.