Multiple-choice questions were the hardest.
Mohg had no fear of making choices, but even he found this difficult now.
He felt afraid and considered surrendering right away.
Yet he felt he couldn't live with himself if he surrendered immediately.
He was a Demigod who had built a secret dynasty, after all, and he had the Formless Mother, a God, behind him. Surely he shouldn't surrender so casually.
He at least had to put up a struggle. Only after proving no match could he preserve some dignity.
Judging by Miquella's Knight's aggressive manner, he had no intention of leaving Mohg any dignity at all.
Before the Formless Mother replied, Mohg planned to stall for time.
"You're far too arrogant. Godwyn is my eldest brother, after all. Even Miquella has to be polite when he sees him. You're just Miquella's Knight. Who are you to throw your weight around in front of me?" Mohg forced himself to keep up appearances with his words, his hand already reaching for Mohg's Sacred Spear beside his seat.
Riding a horse up into the mausoleum was throwing his weight around. He showed no respect for a Demigod whatsoever.
"Oh, I understand. You have a death wish." Zhao Si wasted no words and first set down the Shackles and the Unalloyed Gold Needle.
Nothing Mohg said had any effect.
Godwyn himself had provided the Shackles. They bore golden magic, specifically meant to bind Mohg.
Zhao Si had also asked Miquella for an Unalloyed Gold Needle, to stick into Mohg and cut off his connection to the Formless Mother.
That alone represented the attitudes of the two Demigods.
Mohg was still arguing here, which was enough to show that he had made his choice.
Zhao Si had patience, but that didn't mean he would waste it on Mohg.