"Are you going to take the trial now? That is a fine approach. According to the procedural directives, as long as you pass the trial, I really will have to come out and greet an Archmage's apprentice."
Ktarolan truly never took her eyes off the two intruders. Punk and Kane had only just set off toward the central plaza of the Semi-Mechanical Moon when the little girl, floating in midair like a lingering ghost, appeared before the two Bright Moon Professionals once again.
She did not stop Whisper of Destruction and Instant Kill Spear's trial plan. As a construct steward, she had no way to prevent Netheril's lawful citizens from making lawful decisions.
Even so, she did not mind trying every possible way to shake her enemies' resolve with mere words. At the very least, once their actions genuinely threatened her, even the construct empress could not keep pretending she did not exist, sitting in the control center and watching over a pile of authority she could not use without reacting, could she?
Thus, all the way before the caster and the mad knight reached the central plaza, the girl's final attempts never ceased. Presumably, Kane's talent for incessant babbling had come from this Ktarolan, who was theoretically well versed in human affairs...
"Take the trial, then force me to leave my sealed throne? What an excellent idea, and a highly feasible one too. But take care—the trial prepared by the God Seat Archmage will not be so easy to pass. Once you fail the trial—no, once Mr. Sai'an alone fails his trial—you will never have another chance to take it. You will also lose your final chance to see me, and then lose all the wealth you have dreamed of... So? Are you really prepared? Do you truly not