Lathander had never imagined in his life that anyone would describe Shar that way.
The Undead really were interesting. They always approached things from all sorts of startling angles.
Even after spitting out his water, the Dawn Lord was still smiling radiantly.
Shar briefly closed her eyes, then adopted an expression as though nothing had happened.
Ever since getting together with William, her willpower had been tempered countless times.
After all, compared to this sort of outrageous talk, the love stories the Undead dreamed up were far more spectacular... even with a hundred brains, Sharess could never have invented so many ways to play the game of love.
She might look calm now, but when she had first started listening to their stories, she had genuinely come close to blowing up the Space-Time Divine Artifact.
All the stories made up about her over her entire life probably amounted to less than the Undead could imagine in an hour.
And because of Mask, there had been quite a few rumors about her back then.
Although few of those loose-tongued fools had escaped her pursuit, there were... always some people she could not catch who dared spread those stories despite knowing they were false.
The Book of Darkness, for instance.
It did contain a few things related to her essential nature, but most of it was utter nonsense.
Yet precisely because of that small portion, the book could not be destroyed... unless Toril's primordial darkness collapsed.
And that was something completely beyond her capabilities.
Back then, Shar could never have imagined that one day, she would hear nonsense like this and immediately regain her composure.
Lathander gave her an intrigued look. "You're still no good, but somehow, you've become much easier on the eyes, Shar!"
"Do I need your opinion?" Shar replied