Chapter 1149: Chapter 941: The Lady of the Night’s Hesitation

Although all the bystanders except for the Undead Tribe fell into despair, the three deities in the round hall were always purely self-centered, having no interest in the thoughts of irrelevant people.

The Lady of the Night, with a peacock on the left and the shadow of moonlight on the right, appeared very composed.

For Shaer, the relentless pressure from Celene and Lansendel was actually no big deal… she had plenty of ways to deal with these two guys.

To be honest, having Tyr come would be more useful than these two teaming up… Do they really have the brains to deal with her?

Could it be possible that Shaer would retreat just because of an avatar?

Even if she was unhappy about being destroyed by Celene, she could temporarily tolerate it if she could obtain these two divine artifacts… the benefit in hand is what’s real.

Otherwise, why would she keep that sorcerer alive?

Isn’t it just to find a bait?

Tsk~

The two fools… actually thought that letting that guy live could limit her control over the Dead Moon Magic Orb and the Seat of Sakoxiel!

Look at those two divine powers constantly eroding the Shadow Chains! Absolutely stupid to the extreme.

If she hadn’t been constantly strengthening the chains, the Tiefling would’ve long escaped.

Foolish guys, if it were Tyr, the first reaction would definitely be that there’s something fishy since Shaer didn’t directly kill this guy.

Humph~ if those two had dealt with the Tiefling first, then Shaer would truly be in trouble!

The base control of these two evil divine artifacts certainly belongs to Lalock!

With borrowed items, that Sorcerer King definitely must be prepared to recall them at any moment… if he trusted that anyone in the Evil Faction understood the concept of borrowing and repaying, then Lalock would’ve long turned into Deadlock.

This opportunity is incredibly rare.

Previously, when Lalock lent out these two divine artifacts, they were typically controlled by just one person.

Now… within the surface level of control, besides the one presiding over the Dual Incineration Ritual from the Haber who perished, there are three soul marks.

The Lady of Pain doesn’t seem to pay much attention to these two items either, the soul marks aren’t very deep… the Haber Family should just be a pawn she casually placed on the Ferun Great Land, with no intention of using it yet.

Besides, she probably doesn’t look up to these human mages.

The Tiefling… although they’ve cooperated, the president of the Non-deity Club in Mark City, Terns, always takes pride in being the heir of the Tiefling Empire, and definitely won’t let the exiles of the Ferun Great Land gain the upper hand… speaking of which, that’s the sorcerer Astimus staring blankly in the corner.

Even if they had some common goal, their struggle was more evident.

Shaer quietly sensed the soul marks within the two divine artifacts… in half an hour, she should be able to use Terns’ soul mark to impact the one from the Lady of Pain.

Anyways, they’re all in Mark City, they can speak face to face if anything comes up!

It’s not like Shaer made Terns choose to target the Lady of Pain’s items.

If you dare to act, you must dare to take responsibility.

Of course, if Terns’ isn’t enough, then add in Astimus’.

As a Toril Deity, not leading that old woman’s attention directly to local sorcerers at the beginning is already the last bit of conscience Shaer has at play.

But if needed, this bit of conscience can certainly be discarded at any time.

“Shaer~” Celene’s cheerful voice rang in her ear, “Although I don’t know what you’re up to.

But Lansendel and I have already discussed it, if you don’t give us a satisfactory answer within five minutes, don’t blame us for taking action, okay?

Lansendel’s concerned that once the Peacock avatar disappears, it might not appear in Toril again, but I’m not afraid~

It’s not like it’s our first time blowing up together.

Oh dear~

It’s just a pity that we won’t get Hill’s beautiful little box.”

Shaer coldly watched Celene… amidst the silver-blue moonlight, that ethereal figure joyfully twisted twice.

The Sun Peacock glanced around for a while, pointing a wing towards the Undead Tribe watching from beyond the wall and the conspicuous target, the White Dragon: “Shaer, if you fight with us, the people the Undead Tribe struggled so hard to keep alive will lose their lives!

Though I don’t know why you favor the Undead Tribe, but… you’ve been friendly with them for so long, you can’t just waste all that effort, can you?”

Shaer silently looked over there, and directed a cold smile at the brown-haired girl sitting on the White Dragon, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The mocking smile made Edna clench her fists tightly, and then couldn’t help but let out a ‘hiss’… she had pierced her own palm.

Now, Edna doesn’t need to deceive herself anymore… Shaer must know who she is!

Then certainly Celene knows too.

Just thinking that what she went through in recent days was witnessed by those two women, Edna felt her vision go black!

Others might not see it, but both Celene and Shaer definitely understand that she genuinely considers herself just a participant in this Path of Destiny, and keeps thinking about how to push all the troubles onto the heroine.

Yet, she herself is the heroine.

Edna restrained her urge to turn back and look at that swordsman… No wonder she found that face pleasing!

When Shaer and Celene saw the various displays of that swordsman in front of her, did they laugh until they rolled on the ground?

Ah… Edna tried to calm herself… It’s okay, that swordsman who self-righteously thought he could cause a rift between her and the heroine is even more ridiculous.

Whether it’s Rose or Bane, they’ll eventually think they acted like a jumping clown… Mistaking someone is not a big deal; what’s truly foolish is declaring one’s sinister plans right in front of the person.

Edna suddenly furrowed her brow.

No, even if Hydra knew nothing, he wouldn’t be brazen enough to follow behind her just for a Shadow Energy Core.

Edna looked up at the silent Shaer… It seems the Dark Night’s target this time isn’t her.

Tsk tsk, how much hatred has Rose stirred up with Shaer!

The young girl let out a heavy sigh.

On principle, she should hate Shaer, who handed the knife to Cyric, but if it weren’t for that, there would be no Edna.

While she’s still unclear about many things, there’s one thing Edna is certain of… Without her appearance, the young girl might have already died in the storm caused by that Magicplague.

Edna recalled that the ordinary people on the same ship at the time were fine, but she indeed fainted for a period.

Given that she was already an official mage, such an incident shouldn’t have happened.

Otherwise, Edna’s mother wouldn’t have taken her to hide in Agleya, suspecting someone of secretly harming Edna.

The nature of the Lord of Agleya is actually quite famous. Although he dislikes meddling, he has always been compassionate towards the weak… Of course, they mustn’t have ulterior motives.

The array used by Agleya to judge good and evil has always been strict, and outsiders who aren’t of the Kind Alignment are rarely allowed to stay.

But if a child requests asylum, then even if it’s a naturally evil race, Lord Hill will allow them to temporarily reside near the Sea God Temple.

As long as they don’t cause trouble, adhere to city regulations, they can be protected until they reach adulthood.

However, most people cannot accept the overly stringent demands of Agleya… For the Evil Faction, there are just too many restrictions!

Even devils who are willing to endure cannot live in such a place where Believers of Tyr thrive.

Edna very much understands that Sharol went to Deepwater City because she preferred to abandon the safe but dreary life in Agleya.

Even if Kelben has any dissatisfaction with Edna’s lineage, as a Chosen of the Goddess of Magic, he will definitely not act before Edna reaches adulthood… While foolish in many matters, at least he possesses strong Divine Power and can control his Chosen.

Laila also wouldn’t allow Kelben to do anything.

That Black Staff… Ah! Why would the fool consider Kelben loyal and honest? And what’s more… unlike Elaströ, whom he finds completely confusing… isn’t Elaströ much easier to understand than Kelben?

Whenever Edna thinks of her memory’s evaluation of Kelben and contrasts it with her real-life encounters, she feels an urge to slam her head against a wall.

Edna exerted herself to suppress her fists, preventing them from suddenly losing control and hitting her own head… Shaer and Celene are still watching over there!

She decided to stop thinking about it for now… Whatever she thinks about now, the chaotic memories promptly reveal to her just how foolish the foolish one truly is, making her angrier the more she dwells on it!

Edna doesn’t want to lose composure.

Elvia is looking back at her again… probably suspecting something has happened to her Mental Sea?

What could she say?

Edna soothingly patted the White Dragon’s neck, revealing a mocking smile… She couldn’t possibly tell Elvia that her Mental Sea was filled with countless Ambores wreaking havoc, could she!

Feeling Edna’s turmoil, Shaer’s previously displeased mood instantly lightened considerably… the feeling of transferring one’s gloom to others is quite satisfying.

No wonder Celene is happy every day.

Shaer glanced at the increasing number of Undead Tribe members amid the ruins… So spirited, coming all the way here to watch the deities argue, knowing full well it has nothing to do with them anymore.

She clearly understood that behind the Undead Tribe, behind those cameras aimed at them, both Hill and William were waiting for her decision.

If she chose to oppose Lansendel and Celene, neither would act shocked or indignant… For they’ve always distinguished themselves from Toril.

But they would never again open their hearts to Shaer, and the path of friendship would undoubtedly end there.

Hill could be let go, Shaer would feel regret, but it would be just a small loss; losing him wouldn’t matter much.

But William… Shaer’s long lashes trembled slightly… Whenever she thought of that hopeful face, she felt she couldn’t bring herself to act against him.

William indeed never explicitly stopped her, but he always clearly demonstrated that once Shaer crossed his boundaries, despite any affection, he would choose to forgo it.

William’s boundaries are laid out for Shaer to see… The Lady of the Night gave a bitter smile, and she unexpectedly has no desire to cross them.