Edna tilted her head and looked at her chatting, laughing undead friend, then suddenly smiled... completely casting behind her the envy, yearning, and faint trace of lingering resentment that had arisen from witnessing the romance between Midnight and Kelemvor.
The love between those two people was real, yet it was also too unreal... completely disregarding reality apart from love, why couldn't they just date without participating in such a terrifying destiny?
To this day, Edna still could not see from Midnight's memories what had made this couple choose to walk down that path of destiny... if Midnight truly was as free from fame and fortune as she believed herself to be.
Edna felt that Midnight was somewhat deceiving herself... wanting to be world-famous like Elminster was not some mistake, only both she and Kelemvor looked at things far too simply.
They possessed grand ambitions and soaring ideals, yet lacked Elminster's effortless poise, intelligence, and emotional quotient.
Cyric's betrayal was actually doomed from the very start... how could someone like that be suppressed simply by having formidable strength?
Not to mention, Midnight and Kelemvor's strength was not great enough to make that rogue fear them.
In the end, those two already met such a tragic end, and even after ascending to divinity side by side, they still had to argue over who was right and who was wrong, and who loved the other more, neither cherishing their beautiful life nor thinking about how to break free from the constraints of both sides so they could finally find a way to stay together.
Edna pointed at a set of tortoiseshell hair combs inlaid with black crystal and requested to try them out.
She deftly inserted the five-piece set of decorative combs into her long, thick brown hair, which was tied back in