Aglaia's Departure

After watching the Undead make a spectacle of themselves, Hill suddenly felt much better.

Life on Toril had put him under immense pressure, something he rarely experienced.

This was completely different from when he had left House Perast to build his territory. Back then, all Hill had considered was where to live in seclusion.

But in a hellhole like Toril, even hiding away was useless, and he had Aglaia with him!

Hill would never act like a rabbit startled by the slightest sound in front of his daughter!

Hiding in a hole at the first hint of trouble.

But he truly was under pressure. Hill knew very well that while Toril's Gods all appeared friendly on the surface, that was only because his strength qualified him to stand before them.

But friendliness did not mean they would lend a hand. Otherwise, knowing full well that neither Hill nor Aglaia cared if other Gods had followers here, why had only Tyr acted directly?

Of all the Gods who had come and gone, before the Undead arrived, only Lathander had hinted that he could send followers to build a temple.

Though Hill had not dared accept the Dawn Lord's goodwill, he was still grateful to him.

Just as Hill had continued to entrust the Silver Shield Knights with security management within the most important areas of the Mythal, he had directly introduced the Dawn Lord's followers to the God of Space-Time.

Hill knew very well that Lathander would likely still be unable to escape the coming calamity. The Sun God's birth from the dawn was likely an inevitable fate.

All Hill could do was leave Lathander a way out, so that even if he fell asleep, he could awaken sooner and would not lose all of his divine portfolios.

And if the