Black Eye's illusory body could not help but tremble.
She had originally thought Midnight and Edna would fight each other first... The Gods of Toril had always been accustomed to taking down the strongest one first.
Yet Edna had directly chosen to divert Midnight's attention onto herself!
Really... Although she had some understanding of what was happening outside, Black Eye's soul was simply too weak. She could not remain conscious at all times.
And Edna was a very standard Mage, one who kept her soul power tightly restrained... When she was young, her dream lessons had still been mainly taught by Black Eye's consciousness inside the Oil Painting. Each classroom had been constructed by Black Eye to summon her. It had not even taken two years for things to reverse themselves.
If Edna did not want to attend class, then even if she slept for several days and nights, Black Eye could not bring her into the classroom.
The clever little girl had repeatedly tested things a few times. Only after confirming that Black Eye would not revive through her did she continue living those days of attending class.
Black Eye glanced hesitantly at Midnight, who was already brimming with fighting spirit... How was this woman so easy to provoke?
After everything that had happened, was she not wary at all?
Black Eye started to speak, then stopped... She suddenly remembered that once this woman made up her mind, she would never listen to anyone again. Her way of talking might instead cause even more serious problems.
If Midnight, who wanted to fight, transformed into an enraged Midnight, she might die on the spot.
But even with that trace of divine power assisting her, these soul fragments in the Magic Weave were still far too weak. Edna had always called