Shadow Slave

Caster remained silent for a while, then calmly looked up, at the furiously pulsating radiance of the Crimson Terror's light. Finally, he lowered his head and exhaled through gritted teeth.

"Out of my way, Sunny."

Sunny blinked a couple of times, then said in a humorless tone:

"Or what?"

The Legacy grimaced and stared at him darkly, his face full of resentment.

"I am so tired of you and your insolence. Why must you always ruin everything? Why can't you just know your place?"

Summoning his beautiful jian, Caster shook his head and said:

"Stay out of this if you value your life. This is the last chance I am going to give you."

Sunny did not move, watching the young man silently. There was nothing but darkness in the eyes of the disturbing black mask. A few moments later, his voice resounded from behind it, strangely hollow:

"...Know my place? What is my place, in your eyes? Huh, Caster?"

The Legacy smiled slightly and then said naturally, as though stating a fact:

"Out of the sight of those better than you, with the rest of the mongrels. What else?"

Sunny shifted slightly. When he spoke, his tone was unexpectedly carefree and friendly:

"Ah, not exactly what I expected to hear. Well, never mind. Before we do this, though, can I ask you one question?"

Caster snarled.

"Sure. Go ahead."

pressing on

What is so important that you are even

with no humor in his eyes. After a

care about. Duty. Loyalty. Honor. Those are the words the likes of you know nothing about. So I will put it in a way

him with an intense gaze and said, each word

Flame must be

ringing with

the will

stared at him for a bit, engrossed in the

in a sincerely confused

"Uh… who?"

eyes widened. He looked at Sunny with a dumbfounded expression, then shook his head

really don't know? She didn't

back

exactly what you're talking about. I've been told everything. No one

then suddenly threw his head back and laughed out

who you serve! You don't even know who rules the world you live in. Why am I even wasting my breath

then

"Ouch. That stings."

darkly, then raised

to sculk in the shadows, playing your vulgar games, for long enough. I only permitted you to live because there was no reason to get rid of you. What, do you think that you… you! Can defeat me? That your little schemes and secrets will give you a chance against a true Legacy? Sorry to disappoint, but

for a bit and

tell. What are my

The Legacy grinned:

hide your strength and pretend to be weak. You go around telling ridiculous tales, making everyone think that you are a lunatic. At first, I thought that you have lost your mind, too. But once I started paying attention, it was so obvious. The constant misdirections, the obnoxious bragging that no sane person would ever believe, the crazy

Caster smiled triumphantly

even bribed that idol friend of yours to