There was no doubt about it.
Mystra was in a difficult position now; just looking at her entangled expression made that clear.
The Lady of Silver Moon clearly had no intention of helping either, as such matters ultimately required Mystra to make her own choice. Besides, the Lady of Silver Moon had a suspicion that the Goddess of Magic's escape from the last assassination attempt must have involved Soren's help, though she did not know the exact nature of the relationship between Soren and Mystra. One had to know that the gods of this world were relatively open-minded, somewhat resembling the Olympian Pantheon of Arborea, except that this pantheon had remained dormant for far too long. In the long course of history, no one knew what might happen, and even pantheons could perish within it.
The Goddess of Magic gazed at Soren before her, her eyes flickering for a moment.
She was Mystra, and she was also Midnight, a former human wizard. Kelemvor was her lover before ascension, and though their relationship had gradually faded over time, that history remained between them. Meanwhile, Soren was her close ally and, to a certain degree, could even be considered her current lover (or so she thought to herself). Therefore, if she were forced to choose between them, it was undoubtedly exceptionally difficult. One was a lover from the past while the other was a lover of the present; the former was far away, yet history existed between them, while the latter not only shared an intimate relationship with her but had also saved her life once, helping Mystra through a fatal crisis.
How was she to choose?
Soren seemed to sense the Goddess of Magic's dilemma. His expression looked somewhat disappointed as he said, "I do not wish to put you in