Lathander was not such a kindhearted person. Why would he suddenly send one of his high-ranking priests over? Edna understood the moment she heard it.
She did not care that another God now knew about her misfortune... The more lice you had, the less they itched, right?
Shar was one thing, but even Selûne could keep a secret. This unbelievable situation allowed Edna to conclude that although these people knew quite a few things, they could only secretly enjoy them by themselves... Ao was probably watching at all times!
That Overgod did not know what he was trying to test with her... Was a melodramatic free-for-all turning into a mystery thriller?
Edna, who often watched all sorts of carefully staged plays put on by the Fairies of Calimshan, knew quite a few amusing expressions.
She had not felt much about those stories before, but after awakening, whenever she nearly became immersed in her memories, she could always find every cliché that fit the plot... It made Lady Edna utterly unable to regard that as a beautiful past... She could only feel that the heroine of that drama was somewhat brain-damaged.
Although this lady who was supposedly a Saint and even dared to call herself Manx made Edna rather angry, she had indeed brought one minor benefit... She could temporarily distract Edna, so she would no longer grumble inwardly over those past matters: no matter how foolish Lady Midnight had been, she was Edna's past life, right?
Wasn't it just finding an enemy to shift her attention to? Edna thought naturally. Who didn't have a few selfish thoughts?
Edna looked around, gave out her instructions, then led Lathander's priest up to the third floor.
Elvia and most of the Undead remained on the ground floor... The largest space there was a