At around eleven that night, Solam suddenly woke up.
He woke far faster than anyone had expected, and everyone was delighted, because it meant that attacks like the earlier one could be used again.
The happiest among them were Mevis and her husband, along with Sokya. Their happiness was less pragmatic than the others'; as long as Solam was all right, that was enough for them.
"How do you feel, Ram?" Ram was Solam's nickname. Aside from Mevis, no one else called him that. It was a special form of address reserved for her.
Solam was somewhat bewildered by so many people crowding around him. He had only just woken up, and his memories of what had happened before were still muddled. That was the downside of overusing his Precision ability—his mind was a complete mess. Fortunately, all the bizarre visions from before had vanished, and Solam's mental state had recovered.
"I'm fine... just... huh?" Hearing Mevis's question, Solam instinctively used his senses to examine his own body, only to make another unexpected discovery.
"What is it?" Mevis immediately asked anxiously.
Solam froze for a moment, then finally said with an odd expression, "Nothing..."
But inwardly, Solam's thoughts were already churning like a stormy sea. He had found the message Beshaba had left inside his body: Mystra had come! And she had intended to pry into Solam's secrets!
Fortunately, Beshaba had appeared in time and prevented Mystra from succeeding.
The discovery made Solam extremely unhappy!
By helping Silverymoon, he had, in a sense, been helping Mystra as well! Yet not only had that damned goddess shown him no gratitude, she had even set her sights on his secrets! Had her conscience been eaten by dogs?
Just as Solam cursed Mystra countless times in his heart, the legendary witch Diatz came