Selûne hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think we can count Mystryl as our only descendant. The rest were accidents. They don't count."
Shar asked, a little bewildered, "What are you thinking? Mask came from my essence, after all."
Selûne said with a straight face, "Don't bards always say life begins with labor pains? Mystryl's birth was the only one that hurt us both.
"Hahahaha!"
Faced with such a painfully bad joke, Shar fell silent. The countless little butterflies on the Golden Silk Butterfly Tree stirred without a breeze as a chill swept through them... She truly did not want to say another word to her sister, who had clearly gone mad.
Hill, listening nearby, could only keep his expression impassive and focus all his attention on the two God-Monster kings' frenzied movements on the giant screen.
A remark like that would not actually anger Shar. For one thing, she had long since grown used to Selûne's scatterbrained ways. For another, anyone who heard it would only marvel at Selûne's intellect... No one would lump Shar together with the Moon Maiden.
And Selûne, who had said it... If she truly found it humiliating, she would never have said it aloud.
The Silver Moon Maiden never regretted anything she did, nor did she mind what others said about it.
But Hill had no idea how to respond to that joke... It was easy enough to understand, but no normal person could laugh at it.
He had always liked greeting people with a smile, but he still had no idea how to handle a moment like this.
The prayers coming from the giant screen grew louder, and more and more people knelt along the city wall... Hill finally spotted the first Dwarf dropping to his knees.
As for the Gnomes, they