Agleya quickly realized what Hill was guarding against; she was somewhat taken by surprise that her own dad Hill still treated her as if she had just popped out of a spiral pearl.
Even without considering the memories inherited from her biological parents, she had been a goddess for quite some time now and had seen all facets of the mortal world—what was there left unknown to her!
Yet, after seeing Hill's mocking smile, Agleya knew it was best to keep quiet.
Moreover, Agleya was actually quite pleased.
Hill's love for her never changed, no matter how much more powerful she became.
So although her dear dad Hill's care sometimes felt a bit overbearing, Agleya still joyfully accepted it.
Hill had no idea his little padded jacket had long since become a thick, white-to-black, multi-core cotton coat. He was still bent over, pondering his layout.
After a long thought, he decided to build the inn on the east side of the road, a bit farther from the Temple.
