Hill's Spellbook

Amid Hill's ever-changing expressions, Aglaia happily took those novels away.

To a certain extent, these knight novels were truly a provocative subject for Hill.

He carefully picked out biographies of powerful women and goddesses from this world, had Martha deliver them to Aglaia, and incidentally tell her some old stories Hill did not want to mention again.

The Miracle next door slowly returned to the ordinary routine of winter after the rangers had worshipped it for half a month.

Though the clearing was still covered in lush green grass, those beautiful flowers had already fallen from their branches.

Lynn still had not come to visit Hill, and even his Maze had completely lost its testers.

After quietly reading for so long, Hill's heart gradually settled as well.

Divine Artifacts had never been easy to create, even if they were only half-finished products.

The birth of every Divine Artifact was an all-encompassing test for its creator.

If Hill had not been someone who preferred support magic, and if the first two chapters had both used highly destructive types, he might already have plunged headlong down a road of no return.

Even so, not knowing how to design the third chapter had left him utterly flustered.

Once he fell into anxiety over the increasingly long intervals, Hill did not know whether he would lose sight of himself and place the creation of the Divine Artifact above his own strength.

It was merely a matter of entering a magic formation that could accelerate the flow of time. There were countless ways to accomplish that in Faerûn.

At first, he might only want to save one year or a few years of work, but as the Divine Artifact grew more powerful, Hill felt that he might be unable to restrain the desire to complete