"Really! Mevis came on a divine oracle! An oracle from the Mysterious Lady!!!!" Jacqueline hurriedly added. She had misunderstood it the same way. After all, although Chalanona was at least five or six hundred years old, she was an elf—especially a female elf. Once they reached adulthood at two hundred, their appearance no longer changed. If Solam had gotten together with her, it would not have been that outrageous. Of course, that was only because they did not know Chalanona's true relationship with Solam. Otherwise, they would probably have needed to scrub their brains clean to forget those stimulating mental images.
The Mysterious Lady was the Goddess of Magic. For a mage, one might not worship Mystra, but one had to respect her. After all, she was the mistress of the Weave. That alone was enough to earn the Goddess of Magic the respect of every mage.
Thus, upon hearing that it was an oracle from the Mysterious Lady, Chalanona calmed down as well. To Chalanona, killing these two would at most vent her anger. She would still regret it afterward. But if they really could save Solam, then she could truly and justifiably tell her dead daughter that she had not failed her grandson!
"Tell me everything. I hope you are not lying. Otherwise, you are mages too—you should know what happens when you fall into a mage's hands." Chalanona pondered for a while before finally setting the two of them down.
But this put Mevis in an awkward position. Her original plan had been to make contact with Chalanona first, then selectively tell her some information. Yet Chalanona's reaction had exceeded Mevis's expectations from the very beginning. At this point, could she still speak to Chalanona alone?
Never mind whether Chalanona would give her the chance. Mevis was