"Hmm? Something the matter?"
A cold voice echoed in the Round Hall, and a slender, beautiful figure slowly materialized upon the Seat of Sakorsil.
She wore a black gauze long dress with purple gems inlaid on the hem like a river of stars, her long black hair floating without any wind, and a black veil hung across her face, revealing only her pure purple eyes that resembled deep-sea whirlpools.
The undead lying at the doorway could not help but let out a "Wah~".
So cool~
Damn! Now that's a goddess!
Rows of praise rang out endlessly.
Even the worldly-wise Dark Night Goddess could not help but smile happily in the face of such heartfelt praise... There was no help for it; no matter how beautiful she was, she usually only met with terrified screams.
Even during those few rare occasions in the past when she appeared in the guise of the Night Dancer, the first reaction of the people of Toril was to run.
Those who could not run away probably died of fright right then and there.
Even if they acted a little bolder, it could not change their doomed fate... She was the Dark Night Goddess whose eternal pursuit was world destruction, and every appearance of hers inevitably had to claim enough lives to be meaningful.
Otherwise, it had to be like this time... The value of the Seat of Sakorsil plus the Dead Moon Orb was enough for the proud Dark Night Goddess to lower her standards and take the initiative!
Yet Shar suddenly discovered that she actually rather enjoyed this kind of heartfelt praise... Of course, as for those guys who wanted to utter wild nonsense but got their mouths sealed by William, since they had already been punished, she could turn a blind eye and