At that moment, everyone in Silverymoon began blaming Mystra, the Goddess of Magic. Even if she had been curious about Solam's secret, couldn't she have waited until the battle for Silverymoon was over? Now look what had happened—the city's most important ally was about to walk out on them!
Although the Goddess of Magic held an exalted position, she was not a deity who had much need for believers. Her essence was the Weave, and its existence meant that her need for followers was nowhere near as strong as that of other gods.
That was why so many deities coveted the Goddess of Magic. It was also why the poor Goddess of Magic had already died three times, more than any other god. The Weave was simply too overpowered.
That was beside the point. In short, because Mystra did not have much need for believers, many people in the Kingdom of Silverymoon were not her followers, including many among the upper ranks. Since they did not worship the Goddess of Magic, they naturally had the nerve to complain about her.
Of course, they only dared complain in their hearts.
In any case, the matter had left everyone in Silverymoon extremely embarrassed. They had barely had time to curry favor with Solam, yet the Goddess of Magic had quietly caused such a huge mess that they did not even know how to smooth things over.
Strictly speaking, Mystra and Silverymoon were practically on the same side. After all, the queen of the Kingdom of Silverymoon was Mystra's Chosen. With that connection, no matter what Silverymoon said, it could not wash its hands clean of the matter.
Diatz and Eve Carlin were no fools. Naturally, they could feel the resentful stares behind them. Eve Carlin aside—how could a priest complain about the