As the deity who presided over magic and the Weave.
Goddess of Magic—Mithril was not one of those acquired deities who had Ascended to Godhood through effort and opportunity.
She was an innate deity!
Born with immense power!
She had been formed when the Essence of Strength split off during the conflict between the Creation God of the World of Toril, Lady of Silver Moon, and Lady of Black Night fused together.
Moreover.
In terms of personality, she leaned more toward the naturally compassionate Lady of Silver Moon.
Therefore, her existence.
Was undoubtedly part of the ranks of the Good Gods.
And one of their leaders at that!
Not only was her status exalted, her strength was exceptionally formidable as well!
She had nothing whatsoever to do with qualities like bloodthirstiness or dominance.
She could even be said to be somewhat go-with-the-flow, with an almost Buddhist detachment.
Other than tending to and maintaining the Weave in her daily life, she generally did not like involving herself in affairs.
But precisely because of that.
The authority under her command.
Inevitably appeared somewhat scattered.
Many Spellcasters were clearly within her jurisdiction, yet due to her lack of involvement, they acted like wild monsters in the wilderness, carrying the air of answering to no one.
They did not even show much respect for her, the Goddess of Magic.
It gave one the strange sense of déjà vu that a kind god would be bullied...
And among those unruly fellows.
The Arcanists within the Kingdom of Netheril had always been prime examples!
As Spellcasters, they were as unruly as thorny troublemakers, refusing to submit to discipline.
From time to time.
They even sought to cause some major trouble through the Weave behind Goddess of Magic—Mithril's back, like little experts at courting death...
Therefore, even