Facing the two ladies who were dawdling and competing over who would move first, Gendilari, who had been watching curiously, laughed happily. "You can finish pressing your fingerprints early, then go have a fight over the sea.
The sun is shining, and the scenery is just right.
There'll be a few million spectators, too. Ah, if you fight beautifully enough, tens of millions won't be a problem~
Don't be fooled by how many Undead have left. To watch such... ah... beautiful ladies fight in such lovely clothes, even if they've already reached Calimshan, they'll fly straight back."
Iltmarra rose with a seductive posture and drifted directly toward the raised platform where Thorne sat. Though she appeared to be looking at the stern-faced Knight, everyone understood who her utterly impolite words were aimed at. "Heh~ So even after spending centuries in the same city, there was no friendship between you at all~
When dawn arrived, the Silver Moon had long since fallen asleep.
Gazing at each other across Waterdeep without ever meeting—there could be nothing better than that, right?"
A double entendre, mocking both sides at once. She truly was worthy of being Shar's longest-serving chosen.
Naneze straightened up, her poise dignified. Her high heels struck the marble floor in an imposing rhythm as she slowly spoke with a faint smile. "Heh~ Silver Star has never feared darkness.
Selûne will forever guide our steps through the night and lead every kindhearted soul who believes in her toward a new dawn."
Gendilari raised an eyebrow and smilingly picked up where Naneze had left off. "Dawn has pursued ever more perfect change since time immemorial. Naturally, every day brings a brand-new dawn."
Then he glanced at the sneering Iltmarra and tilted his head slightly. "Of course, the Dawn Proclaimer fears no challenge either."