The Appearance of the Lord of Hell's Eighth Layer

Hill glanced at William.

Although he was smiling the entire time, the king was actually not happy at all.

To William, who had written justice into his divine portfolio, everything ahead was an intolerable evil.

At first, Hill had not thought William would burden himself with such a troublesome divine portfolio as justice, but he eventually understood. If justice fell into someone else's hands, sooner or later, they would have to seize fairness from him.

Besides, justice was indeed an extremely powerful divine portfolio, so long as his target was truly evil.

However, faced with a scene in the capital that was excessively cruel to humans, William's fury had also deepened considerably. In the past, he had merely been unable to tolerate such vicious deeds, but he had never felt such grief as though he were suffering alongside them.

When he had first become the King of Salar, William had been more like an uninvolved outsider.

His style of doing things had always been unconventional. It was only because he still retained a soldier's sense of justice that he appeared to be a responsible king.

But in reality, Hill had always felt that William had been more inclined toward the Undead than the people of Salar at that time.

He did whatever he pleased. Hill found his suppression of Salar's great nobles perfectly normal, but to ordinary people, it had been far too harsh.

It was only because of William's future identity as a god that all of this had been concealed beneath the veil of divine inviolability.

If not for this divine nature, even a Legendary would have been toppled by an endless stream of rebellions.

The people of this fantasy world could understand Gods doing anything inconceivable for faith, but they could not tolerate their own kind launching