The magic goddess returns, and the focus is on the goddess, not the magic.

Midnight coughed lightly and said seriously, "--Miss Silver, please excuse me for a moment. Candle Keep was attacked by Shar's men a few days ago. Is this news true?"

Aimia replied, "The person attacked was the Keeper of the Book of Candlekeep. There shouldn't be any problem."

"Shaar and Oghma don't actually have a deep hatred for each other." Midnight frowned. "She would take the initiative to attack Oghma's center of faith. She must know something... She might even have established a connection with Larloch."

"...Lalok will almost certainly receive Shar's strong support next time he comes." She clasped her hands together and clenched them tightly. "What happened to the City of Ghosts during that failed plan?"

"Haunted City?" Yin blinked. Apparently, she had no memory of the name. "What is that place?"

Midnight was silent for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "In short, Shar's mortal forces are dominated by two forces. One is, of course, her church. However, the church's power will be weakened by the god's decline. I'm sure Shar must have been seriously injured in the Year of the Blue Fire. The Shar church's direct combat power is probably quite insufficient now. It's already difficult to mobilize a surprise attack.

"Another force is the City of the Dead. It's a Netherese floating city under Shar's command, and it has always had a close relationship with the Shadow Demiplane..."

At this moment, Kelemvor suddenly interrupted, "Midnight, in the past hundred years, the Shadow Demiplane seems to have undergone tremendous changes. The former demiplane has grown rapidly. According to my research, it has become the Shadowfall Underworld, a vast plane comparable to the Material Plane."

"...Another piece of bad news. I suspect that even though Shar is recovering from his injuries, Shade City's development in the Shadowfell Underworld won't be slow. Since that city is primarily arcane, its impact from the shattering of the Shadow Weave will undoubtedly be limited." Midnight sighed in distress. "But regardless, my conclusion remains unchanged. If Shar attempts to raise the stakes, Shade City will almost certainly join the battlefield in a few days."

"I believe this is an opportunity," she said. "Over the past century, the ambitions of these ambitious individuals have burned fiercely for far too long. It's time to pour a bucket of cold water on them. But right now, our fighting power may not be sufficient..."

She looked at Metatron, who had been standing aside, barely joining in the conversation. "...Ms. Forsaken? You and Apodel once teamed up to defeat Larloch. Can I expect this team to continue to be active?"

Metatron glanced at Apodel. Although this holy warrior had witnessed the return of his lord god with his own eyes, he was not in high spirits.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath.

--obviously.

Apodale said nothing.

Now, the paladin knew so much that anything he said could be considered betrayal, and he was forced to remain silent.

Metatron was silent for a moment, then said, "Ms. Midnight, you should have figured it out—I am also the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic."

The Silver Flame is one of the most powerful forces in the world. It is nearly impossible for the Chosen Ones, empowered by the Goddess of Magic, to completely suppress its activities.

However, this power is not infinite. As time goes by, or if the owner squanders his power, the silver fire will gradually fade.

Barring this unexpected situation, voters are almost always aware of each other's identities.

This means that she might not be on the Midnight front.

Midnight naturally understood this, and she said frankly: "Apodel is your comrade-in-arms, and one of my most admired subordinates. I won't embarrass him, so I didn't let him say anything, but chose to answer you face to face. Even if I don't know you well enough and will be at a disadvantage in the negotiation, it doesn't matter -"

"I want a basic attitude," Midnight said. "At least, we still have a common enemy right now. I hope to establish a basic intention: if we eventually part ways, I hope it will be at the very end; and even if we do come to blows, we will try not to endanger each other's lives."

Metatron didn't look at anyone else, or rather, she didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements. She just thought for a moment and replied simply, "Not a bad offer. I agree."

Hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

We can leave the long-term risks for the future. Now everyone can put their hearts back into their chests from their throats.

At this moment, Mars finally realized a serious problem and understood why his teacher was frowning at the moment.

——The position of the two of them is really awkward.

At the moment, Team Emia and Midnight can only be considered temporary allies.

In this situation, the two of them are certainly a bridge, but they can also be understood as a wedge. And it turns out they are both paladins!

Mars hesitated for a moment and asked, "Madam, should I..."

Midnight waved his hand calmly, a smile visible on his face, and stopped him from talking. "Well, Mars, although I plan to hold another inauguration ceremony for you in person tomorrow, let's discuss the most pressing issue first. I don't intend to forcibly pull you out of the team as soon as you return."

Midnight said seriously, "You are not only my paladins, but also practitioners of your creed. Therefore, I can declare here: Before I return to my divine position, I grant you complete autonomy: Nothing you do will be judged by me as a violation of your oath, so as to prevent you from being caught in a dilemma due to various unexpected circumstances."

"Varied--"

These words shocked the two holy warriors at the same time.

Midnight didn't give them a chance to refute, but simply said, "How should you understand this? This is not a question for me, but for you. I believe that although I am not one of the Three Pillars of Justice, the paladins under my command will not bring disgrace to this profession."

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[…How should I put it? I never imagined that the moment in my life when I would be closest to breaking my oath would be the moment I reunited with the true Lord God.]

It has been a while since the shocking words at midnight, and the long day for Emilia and others is finally coming to an end.

There was no black fog, no death, only the bright moonlight shining on Emilia and Yin's faces.

However, for a team full of spellcasters, bedtime conversations inevitably turned into a mental nagging. For example, Mars was sighing in the telepathic connection: "I wish she would ask me to return to the team. That way I wouldn't have to deal with such a complicated situation."

[Complicated? Which sentence is complicated? The one about a paladin not breaking his oath? What's complicated about that?] Yin naturally didn't think in that direction at all. [Didn't she lift the restrictions on you?]

[……] Mars was silent for several minutes after hearing Yin's words.

Emiya, who was lying next to her, couldn't help but stand up and hug her face, rubbing it fiercely. "That statement can be interpreted in many ways: allowing the paladin to prioritize friends over the goddess, or taking a darker view, allowing the paladin to act as a spy! You could even say both interpretations are correct; it's up to the paladin to decide!"

"You're overthinking it!" Yin slapped his hands aside, rolling his eyes. "Anyone who can accept a paladin as a subordinate wouldn't choose that interpretation! To me, her meaning is clear!"

Mars and Apodel's position is very delicate at this moment. If you trust them, then they will remain as members of the team. If your trust in the paladin is shaken by such a statement and you no longer trust him, then it would be better for him to leave the team directly.

Tsk...what this guy said actually makes sense.

"Well, I've disrespectfully speculated about the goddess, and now I'm one step closer to breaking my vow." Mars didn't seem to have thought of this at first, and he felt a little depressed. "I'm going to sleep!"

At this moment, Silver's eyes lit up, and he called out through the wall with his mind connected to the other side: "Wait a minute! Mars, what are your thoughts on using the Holy Avenger you received today?"

"My biggest question is where did this Holy Avenger come from!!!" Mars roared, "That's a Holy Avenger! Every Holy Avenger in existence is supposed to have the souls of countless powerful enemies engraved on it—five-colored dragons, liches, vampires, demons! Each sword carries countless legends! And yet, today, Emilia, expressionless, pulled out one! No, two! Even my teacher got one!"

I had already begun to doubt the reality of this world, and suspected that my sword-slaying of the lich was just a fantasy. But then, that night, I saw my goddess return with my own eyes! It seems I haven't woken up yet. I should learn from Sig and get a few more days of sleep!

"Actually, I think today is your lucky day." Elastrid added earnestly, "You should get up and practice harder, or maybe go out for a night out. Maybe you'll find something new."

[Sorry, I feel like I've gained so much that I'm about to die. Goodbye, I'm going to sleep!]

Although Mars had surrendered, Yin's interest was aroused again. She turned over and pushed Emiya under her again: "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

"I've said it several times!"

"I know you said it before," she said matter-of-factly, "I just want to hear you say it again."

"Hey!" Emilia took a deep breath and turned her head aside.

Why would someone listen to the Magic Development Plan as a bedtime story!

"Hurry up, hurry up!" But Yin had no intention of letting him go, "Say it again!"

"..." Emiya was silent for a moment, and could only repeat what she had said several times tonight. "While working on the Holy Avenger, I believe I've discovered a way to fix spell effects. For now, with your assistance in stabilizing the magic network, Alestria and I should be able to try to make the same spell achieve the same effect as the last time it was cast. This effect isn't that useful in most situations, but the people of Gond probably need it the most.

In short, he would try to help the people of Gond create exactly the same creations, even more like the template.

"So, I plan to go to the Gond people in the next few days to help and see what use this new technology can be put to."

This is just a lie to fool the people of Furen.

Ghost City is a floating city in the sky. To deal with this sky fortress, he went to Hus, a group of priests who studied gunpowder...

——Then there is no other possibility except to develop artillery.

"Can I sleep now?"

"Hoohoo..." After hearing this, Yin collapsed on the bed with a look of happiness on his face, "Good night, Emiya."

"Night--"

Before he could finish his words, Sig's voice suddenly exploded from the next room: "Yeah! I finally got enough sleep!"

How can I sleep like this?

Thirty-four: Prepare for War (I)

Sig jumped out of bed and let out a cry of joy, and immediately knew that something was wrong.

Lack of sleep can make you drowsy, while too much sleep can make you groggy.

If one oversleeps, he will immediately make a big mistake.

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There were many empty rooms in Candlekeep, so they each had their own room with ample space - except for Silver who ran to Emiya's room with a blanket a few days ago, everyone else rested alone.

——Therefore, when you make a big noise before someone goes to bed, and they come to your house and block the door tightly, you will feel particularly oppressed.

What surprised Emiya was that Sig's emotions were obviously unusually high - normally, she should have immediately knelt down and admitted her mistake at this time.

However, she was extremely arrogant today.

She took her hands down from her pointed ears and hid the mirror behind her, as if nothing had happened, and she was extremely confident.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She put her hands on her hips and asked in a resounding voice, "I was just half asleep. Sorry, is there anything else?"

?

What an attitude!

Emiya hadn't really planned to do anything, but this question made her laugh. She no longer wanted to leave. "Okay, I'm just checking your condition as the captain. First of all, Ms. Sig, why are you yelling?"

Sig coughed lightly and said, "Wasn't Candlekeep shrouded in black fog before? I thought this phenomenon would last for a while, but I didn't expect it to be really dark. My mistake."

"Don't you think you slept a little too long recently?!"

"Huh? Hmm!" Sig opened his mouth exaggeratedly, then reached out to wipe his eyes. "I'm a little afraid of ghosts, but I was so nervous the past few days that my appetite increased. After overeating, I naturally felt sleepier, so I slept a lot in one day."

That's a bit much! Most people just have their day and night reversed, but Higg went from sleeping 8 hours a day to being awake 8 hours a day!

But before Emilia could ask further questions, Sig immediately counterattacked: "How dare you ask me! Ever since you secretly tricked my bedmate into bed..."

"What do you mean by your bed partner?"

"Oh, you mean you don't deny the second half, right?"

“…It hasn’t reached that point yet.”

"I knew it right away!" Sig said with a look of disappointment on his face. "Are you from Faerun? Shouldn't you be asking me for contraception advice right now?"

"What a mess!" Emilia was too lazy to joke with Sig. "So, you're overeating just because you're afraid of ghosts?"

At this moment, Sig, who had been so arrogant, suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon. "Emmya, do you think I anticipated the onset of narcolepsy?"

“…Is there…?”

At least Sig didn't seem to panic at all about his increasing sleep time. If an ordinary person got this disease, they would probably be in despair.

"Yeah." Sig moved closer and whispered, "Guess why I stayed in the team even though I knew I had narcolepsy, instead of taking a temporary leave?"

"...Because you trust us?" Emilia hesitated.

"That's right!" Sig immediately took advantage of the situation. "Trust is such a precious thing. When you have it, it's like climbing up. When you lose it, it's like falling down!"

The poet spoke tearfully, "And what are you doing now? You are doubting me! Do you have the heart to destroy the trust we have built up through so much time together? Is our relationship so fragile?"

"That was not what I meant……"

"Captain! Intentions are the least important thing; the feelings of the bystanders are what really matter! And you're really hurting me!" She patted her chest. "You're my cash cow, how could I possibly harm you? There are people who will get themselves killed, but no one will do business that will lose them money. As long as you don't plan on retiring, I'll definitely stay by your side and wait for our ascension together. You don't have to worry about that at all!"

“No, this has nothing to do with trust…”

"Then forget about it! Come find me if you really have something to worry about. Go and have some time for yourself with Yin. Go, go! Come find me if you have something serious to say!"

"Then one last question. The band in your hair..." Emilia suddenly remembered something while being pushed and pointed at the glittering platinum band in her hair. "Are you going to wear it forever?"

If the place where Sieg was bound was not Mount Celestial, he would probably have tried to remove the mysterious magical object while she was fast asleep.

"……what?"

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"Now, the four-person meeting officially begins."

In Baldur's Gate, the sleepy Four-Man Meeting was held again.

In today's Baldur's Gate, the Council of Four still exists in name only: theoretically, a long warm-up period is required before the election of the Grand Duke is officially held. Because of this, the vacant Grand Duke position is generally not filled immediately.

As a lifetime position, no one wants to always be inferior to others in the position of Grand Duke - just because he was not adequately prepared when he ran for election and his reputation was too poor.

Now, there is only one additional Grand Duke.

Gutenberg, the only great architect of the Gonder Church.

Grand Duke Violet, the longest-serving member of the meeting, naturally presided over the meeting. "First, we must address the most pressing issue: Grand Duke Apodel, who was on a business trip to Candlekeep, has returned with news: 'Larlok, who had been at odds with Baldur's Gate for nearly a month, has resumed his activities and has appeared at Candlekeep. Candlekeep successfully repelled him once, but there's a high probability that Larlok will launch a second attack.'"

At this moment, a citizen raised his hand. "Grand Duke, there's one thing I'm not clear on—what does this have to do with Baldur's Gate?"

"That's a very constructive question," Grand Duke Violet replied. "There are two issues directly related to Baldur's Gate itself. First, as far as I know, Larloch underestimated the enemy at Candlekeep, leading to his defeat in the first battle. Now he's planning a second attack."

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