There was no love in this world without reason.
The Goddess of Magic had given Saine the Magic Net not because he was handsome.
She was an exceedingly calculating goddess.
As early as Saine's first visit to Faelun Continent years ago, the Goddess of Magic had already placed her bets on him.
Therefore, when this goddess appeared before Saine, he naturally treated her with courtesy.
The Goddess of Magic could be considered the pioneer of Element Power usage on Faelun Continent.
Had she not created the Magic Net, the billions of living beings on Faelun Continent might truly have been able to rely only on divine arts in battle.
From this perspective, the Goddess of Magic's milestone significance to a civilization far surpassed Saine's contributions to Wizard Civilization.
Saine showed immense interest in the other party's initiative to defect.
"Cut off access to the Magic Net?"
"That truly is a reason we can hardly refuse."
"If you, Goddess of Magic, truly did that, the strength of Faelun Continent's lower-level creatures would be weakened by at least half!"
"After all, the vast majority of Faelun Continent's creatures have not mastered the ability to independently summon and wield magic like Arcanists."
Seated upon the Mechanical Throne, Saine crossed his hands and spoke to the mature, ravishing Goddess of Magic across from him.
At this moment, besides wearing a purple gauze dress, the Goddess of Magic also wore a Brown Pointed Hat and held a long, slender smoking pipe in her hand.
Even while facing Saine, Mystra had one snow-white leg crossed over the other, her alluring red lips lightly drawing from the mouthpiece in her hand.
As she exhaled a haze of light blue smoke, the Goddess of Magic quietly watched Saine before her.
She did not show the slightest sign of