Ambush! Another Ambush!

Hill knew that if he were truly pushed into a corner, there were many things he would still do. He understood that you sang whatever song suited the place you were in.

He could just think of himself as someone who had studied medicine. What was wrong with conducting scientific experiments?

But since he had never studied that field, Hill would not force himself to change his slight case of cleanliness obsession.

He believed in his own abilities. Even if he gave up researching this area, he would not be inferior to anyone else.

Hill had never demanded perfection of himself. He tolerated and even liked that little flaw of his, even if some people thought he was a little hypocritical.

Not making things difficult for himself was his creed. He already felt very happy to have a life like this. His long lifespan allowed Hill to slow down his pace.

Of course, if fate demanded it, he would not struggle too hard either.

His refusal to make things difficult for himself was all based on the condition that life was still fairly manageable.

Hill did not think about it any further. He watched the outside world for the entire day.

Even after the Winter Goddess could no longer return, he changed the weather back to heavy snowfall.

The snow would indeed cover all traces, but Hill only needed that trace to appear for one second. The Tower Spirit would not find constantly observing the outside world troublesome.

Even while pouring him tea, Liszt could observe every direction around the Mage Tower.

Hill had no intention of leaving the Mage Tower. There was more than one God in this world who specialized in assassination or stealth, not just the Hunting God.

It was obvious that this Hunting God had been