Faced with the Tempus Chosen's complaints, Edna could only offer a polite smile.
That was a Lathander Chosen who had survived from the Dawn Cataclysm to the present! Just think about it—he had watched his comrades die off one by one, silently and without a trace, yet had still held fast to his faith in the Lord of Dawn!
Seeing him was hardly any different from seeing Lathander himself.
That was why, although Gendilari always greeted everyone with a smile, the first reaction of those he greeted was definitely not happiness.
But Edna had no way to comment on what Lev had said... after all, she had never been able to understand the thought process of Tempus, who had effectively avoided the possibility of losing to a dragon rider charging right into his face by stepping on a horse with one foot.
Since that situation was such a nuisance, why not avoid it from the very beginning?
Wasn't the divine omen of riding horses of different colors to represent victory or defeat something Tempus had come up with himself?
It was even more baffling than Tempus claiming that without peace, war had no meaning, and that the Goddess of Peace must always be respected.
Edna disagreed with many of Midnight's ideas, but she rather approved of her assessment: "Tempus's skin is truly so thick that nothing can pierce it," and "Thick skin grows flesh; sturdy skin grows fat."
For Tempus Chosen, a face full of hard flesh was a necessary condition, so Lev paid no attention to Edna's obviously fake smile... for Tempus's side, an Advanced Magus who could be this polite was someone worth making friends with.
He cheerfully told Edna, "My lord was a little hesitant at first~ After all, isn't this Chauntea's only divinely favored land?
"Though