Surviving The Fourth Calamity

’Snow Cloud Peak’ curled his lip; this statement would only be believed by Leonard.

Among the legendary mages in Toril, few would dare to act shady in front of the librarian of the Goddess of Magic’s house.

Those old fellows who have done indecent things in Candlekeep are probably discussing how to make the Specter Dragon abandon its resentment towards them!

After all, that Silver Dragon has somehow become a Divine Envoy; while still somewhat obsessive, it certainly won’t exhibit the periodic madness it did during its Candlekeep days.

And dragons, even if reduced to mere bones, never forget their pursuit of gold and silver jewelry. Once their thinking returns to normal... As long as the money is right, you can make sense to them.

Even if Edna’s attitude towards this matter is to let Mirimum run wild, but... as long as the money is right, getting Bahamut to personally come out to plead on their behalf is certainly not a problem.

Just trying to help make Mirimum not go crazy temporarily, giving them a chance to speak, is something Bahamut would definitely be willing to do.

This is not merely ’Snow Cloud Peak’s own fantasy, but a conclusion he reached while discussing with Nasir, when he was helping with infrastructure on the Chult Peninsula.

The old guys in Toril are very cunning; they definitely don’t intend for the Specter Dragon, who’s been following the Goddess of Magic around, to maintain resentment against them forever.

Although everyone can cast spells outside the Weave... although Edna clearly doesn’t intend to interfere with the functioning rules of the Weave; now that Toril is controlled by it in every corner, who doesn’t know the consequences of offending the Goddess of Magic?

The higher-level magic, the less certainty of success it has!

Others might fail occasionally, but you succeed once in ten tries... what’s the point of playing anymore?

The hazards of bypassing the Weave in spell-casting, Toril’s sorcerers are actually well aware... spiritual power will certainly be consumed much more than the enemy’s.

Of course, Leonard isn’t really that foolish.

But, having grown up surrounded by followers of Coron, even if he later faced some discrimination in the Tower of Nature, it wasn’t public humiliation by any means... He indeed doesn’t have as high regard for the Gods as others do.

Not to mention, the Goddess of Magic used to chat about gossip with Edna head-to-head.

That boy probably didn’t even think before he went off to relieve his captain of another’s difficulties... Edna didn’t disband that squad.

So, that’s why Nasir obediently crouches on the Chult Peninsula as the leader of the Followers of the Night.

Though Edna could discover the Shaer followers’ movements through the Weave, but... still needs to be searched for, right!

If Nasir went out himself, she wouldn’t need to exhaust herself locating him.

Nasir is actually suffering... When he found out that the Goddess of the Night did not intend to remove his name from that registry in the Goddess of Magic’s book.

He’s clearly such a free person~ really traveled from north to south, from white to black, wandering between light and shadow, either killing or sowing discord.

Now, he can only crouch in stacks of documents, crying out in anguish.

Nasir really doesn’t want his Main God to trust him that much, okay?

Knowing too many secrets as a Follower of the Night, for hundreds of thousands of years, only two women have survived?

He’s really panicking.

But what can he say? To whom can he speak?

Ultimately, Nasir hopes the Goddess of the Night will understand his unwavering loyalty, yet does not wish Shaer to suddenly feel he’s useless.

Followers of the Night don’t have retirement, the best outcome is dying and becoming Shadow Charms in the Shadow Realm... Ah, might even have no brain.

So, he can only chat thoughtfully with ’Snow Cloud Peak’.

After all, although this one is William’s man, anything heard can be transmitted to his own goddess’s ears.

On the other hand, each of his sincere and enthusiastic prayers would simply be ignored by Shaer, oh no, how can any wind reach the goddess’s ears!

Accustomed to being ignored, Nasir can only drag ’Snow Cloud Peak’ into chatty conversations.

That’s why, even though he’s not very focused, ’Snow Cloud Peak,’ who generally never forgets once he remembers, still heard about the recent chaos on Toril from time to time.

Actually, though the Undead Tribe here isn’t highly focused, truly stormy isn’t because Agleya City kept it under control, nor because the Chosen of the Goddess of Magic collectively stayed silent in Sword Bay, but... Quel Senta.

With Edna’s biological father alive, and those two returning gloriously to Quel Senta Tower Federation.

However, despite their closeness to the newly appointed Goddess of Magic, they have the most people, yet the upper levels of Quel Senta remain dead silent... Consider how those fragments appeared in Edna’s sight and disgusted her for so long!

Most importantly, Edna’s father’s behavior... Of course, he didn’t abandon his daughter’s life, but neither did he hold her in high regard.

The attitude of ’as long as the life is spared’ is somewhat overly obvious.

The only thing Hill’s Magic Tower can find solace in is that at least Elaströ’s biological daughter is there.

The Northern Seven Sisters once again safely traversed the Path of Destiny, but this destiny almost disgusted them to the point where they didn’t want to leave their homes.

Quel Senta, although they personally let go of the greatest and strongest benefits that were within their reach, at least managed to glean some scraps.

The North, especially Silvermoon City, as Edna’s maternal family... The new Goddess of Magic firmly denies being the reincarnation of Midnight, although she still goes by Mystra, she only acknowledges herself as the fourth generation... Not only did they gain nothing, but they also had to worry about that Goddess turning around and crushing them.

It is said that the lady of Luskan, who was always living in luxury, has once again been sent on a Magic Ship bound for the Outer Planes.

This time, the day of her return is unknown to anyone.

This time, there will be no children accompanying her on departure.

The minor official in Luskan who was inseparable from her has quickly taken his twins and headed south... Determined and eagerly joining the pioneering team bound for the barren Anmur.

Once you realize that this time, the ones sending Sharol away are not her parents’ political enemies, but her once doting parents and relatives, you’ll understand that her future days will not be easy.

Of course, no one will harm her.

She just can no longer live the luxurious life she used to enjoy.

Edna did not need to say a word, nor even give a look, and everything happened automatically and quietly... Even Lady Sharol did not have the time to shed tears, as she resolutely boarded the first Magic Ship bound for the Outer Planes.

The Undead Tribe, who once fantasized about causing all sorts of troubles due to parental status, didn’t even have the opportunity to stage a drama, as one protagonist left and the other announced a permanent closure, refusing to see outsiders.

The Archmage from Quel Senta did not seclude himself in his luxurious Magic Tower, but went directly to the Azuth Temple.

Though Edna does not have a particularly bad impression of him, the Deity of Mages does not wish his own son to fall into a difficult and awkward situation.

Rather than having to deny his father-daughter relationship with the new Goddess of Magic repeatedly, it’s better that no one has the ability to see him.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ stood in the tower and looked up at the sky, suddenly laughing out loud, and the laughter grew louder and louder. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Cloud... Old Dog?" ’Susu’ couldn’t help but look at him with concern.

"This world of Toril is indeed cold-blooded and unfeeling." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ put away his smile, "But I don’t know why, I find I prefer living over there."

Even staying in Aesces, his treatment would be better... From the way this World Master, despite having the assistance of the Undead Tribe and Lucimar as a backup, is still reluctant to part with Great Sage Ismael, it is clear that the Earth Deity System is indeed nostalgic.

Moreover, they have a much better conscience compared to Toril Gods.

However, he would still rather go there and intrigue with everyone he meets than stay here as an aide to a blockhead.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ raised an eyebrow and gently tapped the crystal window before him: "I... am truly someone who can’t stay idle."

Behind him, ’Susu’ smiled gently, but her words completely contradicted her expression: "Dogs~ If they don’t keep moving every day, how can they survive!"

’Snow Cloud Peak’ spread his hands, lying on the crystal window unconcernedly: "Heh~ Say whatever you like~

I know I’m a wolf."

Then he pressed the mechanism to open the crystal window before him, raised his head towards the empty road ahead, and howled: "Awooo~~~~~"

However, his radiant image didn’t last a minute before a responsive sound came from below: "Owoo~ Ow*bark*~ Bark bark bark~"

And it was collective.

Hill, who had been listening in, couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

The name ’Proud Sky Alliance’ is so juvenile that it reveals the boiling youthful spirit within this ’Snow Cloud Peak’, but his inability to maintain his cool also proves that the juvenile alliance doesn’t have any real wolves.

But he actually understood the subtext of ’Snow Cloud Peak’.

The moment when Ismael and Princess Scaret’s child is born, the real war will begin.

And the turning point to end the war will only occur when the love between the two small boy and girl deities in the desert finally blossoms.

For this outcome, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ has already made all his preparations... And he is ready to return triumphantly to Toril, to continue outsmarting and outwitting that group of old shady characters.

Now, everyone is the same, waiting for the game to begin.

This wait for Hill wasn’t particularly long.

The Undead Tribe’s calculation of their enemies was not incorrect in the slightest.

On the night when the Last-Era Clan shouted, "Only an idiot would take you guys out again" after coming out from under the revival point below the command hall, tens of thousands of Basia Undead Tribe appeared on the seashore ten kilometers away, riding on Giant Sea Monsters.