Shar smiled at the visibly disgruntled Great Peacock.
She had always felt that letting Young Master simply follow the natural course of things into Lathander's Divine Kingdom would truly be an affront to cosmic justice.
Shar did not care whether Old School Striking King went to Edna's side. Even if Umberlee really managed to win Lu Huayu over, she would not mind.
Young Master alone genuinely rubbed her the wrong way.
This was not darkness's resentment toward light.
It was... with Lathander's character, did he even deserve him?
Young Master's way of doing things was a mess, too, but she could tell that he actually had fairly high moral standards.
He really was a decent person.
His intelligence, emotional intelligence, and, most importantly, his ability to handle affairs were all quite impressive as well.
Yet, for some reason, he had plunged headfirst down the road of no return that was adolescent delusions of grandeur, and clearly had no intention of changing.
Any short-lived mortal who could remain that way for an entire lifetime was terrifying, never mind one who clung to that same spirit even after facing aging and death.
Shar had thought she would have to wait until then to find out how Young Master would turn out!
She had never expected his trial to begin so early.
Apparently, in William's mind—no, she should say, in the God of Space-Time's mind—Young Master was also the most threatening presence.
The God of Space-Time did not want to send Toril a super bomb either, did he?
Although Ao was a scheming old bastard and a colossal troublemaker, he had not yet dealt Telashir a truly vicious blow.
Not that he had been short on schemes.
But if Young Master still managed to persevere through such a fair and impartial trial and