"You need an excuse for revenge?
I say Amanata, don't think too highly of yourself, okay?
Don't take my kindness as your shameless capital!
But, it turns out, you still know you've done something that warrants revenge, huh?" Lansendel said with a bright smile, "Speaking of which, I'd really like to see your cup... the one that the Black Dragon of Deepwater City especially misses."
'Hiss'... Hill felt a sudden sharpness in his teeth.
Lansendel, that guy, his words are indeed ruthless!
But at this moment, he couldn't deny Lansendel's claim of his kindness... If Amanata really took back the sun, there might not be another chance.
Then, Lansendel could truly become Toril's Sun God... As the dawn most anticipated by Toril's races, he could easily tap into the various divine offices of the sun.
He could forgo such enormous benefits... Hill would never again question his kindness faction.
