Although Edna disagreed with many of Midnight's actions... she only felt that, as the gatekeeper, Midnight didn't need to worry so much about what was stored in the treasury behind her.
But that didn't mean Midnight was wrong to deny evil.
Kindness was never wrong, but since she had accepted the authority of the Goddess of Magic for the sake of revenge and that sliver of ambition, giving up part of her freedom was only reasonable.
But if someone could kill the Shadow Weave before she returned to the center of the Magic Weave, Edna would still be quite happy.
Whenever she thought of that thing, she couldn't help curling her lip... Midnight had wanted to throw all the junk she disliked into the Shadow Weave, which she considered one enormous trash can, only to have the entire can and its trash smashed down on her head, leaving her half-paralyzed.
"Ah..." Luka, who didn't care at all about their conversation, stretched his neck restlessly. "Why hasn't Mansk arrived yet?
"According to the standard dinner schedule, the host will be appearing in ten minutes, right?
"Could she be planning to arrive even later than the host?"
"She's a Saintess, you know!" Edna tapped her closed fan against her hand. "Given her status, even Alustriel and Simbul ought to welcome her with a guard of honor!"
"Hiss..." Dervis sucked in a cold breath. "She really dares to?"
"Why wouldn't she?" Edna smiled until her eyes narrowed. "Simbul and the others are receiving her like a guest, but in reality, they're throwing the pressure onto Mansk~
"If there's nothing wrong with her identity, she naturally has the right to act arrogantly before the three Magic Chosen.
"If there is something wrong with her identity... then it depends on whether the person behind her