A few days later.
In a dark room.
After tending to his injuries, Iolam, who looked somewhat disheveled.
Collapsed wearily into a chair, exhausted in both body and mind.
An involuntary murmur escaped his lips:
"Hard, hard, hard..."
Not long ago.
Because of the Lady of Black Night—Shar's order to launch a surprise attack, he had clashed with the Lady of Silver Moon—Suren's side.
And the outcome had not been particularly good.
Especially after the Goddess of Magic—Mystra suddenly appeared and chose to intervene...
If Iolam had not had such a solid foundation.
He might have been beaten to death on the spot by the suddenly appearing Seven Sisters of the North and Elminster...
One had to know, those were eight powerhouses who were both demigods and Chosen.
Had he run even a little slower, Iolam would have died miserably right there...
Now, even though he had narrowly escaped disaster, he could not help but entertain the thought of keeping a low profile.
Unfortunately, the decision was not his to make.
It had to be decided by his superior—the Lady of Black Night, Shar.
Yesterday, although the Lady of Black Night had lost contact with Iolam on the spot amid the enemy's encirclement.
Iolam knew very well that she was no short-lived wretch.
She was a woman ruthless in the truest sense of the word.
While exceptionally skilled in every kind of conspiracy and trickery, she was also highly adept at fleeing and hiding.
It was precisely because of this.
Since the World of Toril had been successfully created.
Even amid unceasing turmoil.
And despite her infamy.
The name Lady of Black Night—Shar, like her fearsome reputation, had endured without perishing.
Therefore, even though she had been caught off guard yesterday and ganged up on by the Lady of Silver