Shadow Slave

Chapter 632

Sunny froze, his tired body tensing up. His vertical pupils narrowed, and breath escaped through his gritted fangs with a hissing sound.

'Damnation…'

Despite the strange reactions of the eccentric Saint, he wasn't fooled. Out here in the Kingdom of Hope, there was no power greater than that of the immortal wardens that guarded its imprisoned Queen.

And the only weakness the immortals had were the knives that held their fates hostage. The obsidian knife was a weapon that could destroy one of the eternal shackles, and as such, it was a priceless treasure. The very concept of value was too mundane and pedestrian to be applied to it.

And he had just revealed the fact that he possessed one to an infinitely more powerful being.

…To one of the very immortals whose lives the knife could reap.

It didn't matter if the obsidian knife was meant for Noctis himself or one of the other Shackles. If it contained his own fate, then the sorcerer would stop at nothing to gain control of it, so that no one else could. If it contained another's, he would be able to exert influence over one of the wardens, or dispose of them completely.

Noctis would undoubtedly try to take the knife…

...But, inexplicably, the sorcerer did nothing of the sort.

Instead, as Sunny stared at him in confusion, Noctis relaxed and started to hum a joyful melody. Then, he suddenly clapped his hands in excitement.

"Ah, Sunless! How fortunate it is that I've met you."

His smile dimmed a little, and his eyes, for a moment, grew dark and terrifying.

"...Before we met, you see, I was prepared to do something… rather drastic. But now, there is no need. The divination truly worked."

He remained silent for a few moments, and then seamlessly switched back to his usual carefree persona.

"This wonderful occasion demands a celebration! Yes, we simply must celebrate… while you're still alive… which won't be for long, regretfully… so, better keep it simple…"

Sunny flinched.

'...What?'

something rustled in the air, and a figure of a very tall man suddenly appeared out of the darkness. Sunny tensed, surprised

calmly stepped into the light, revealing itself to… to not be a man at all. Instead, it was a wooden mannequin carved into a semblance of a man, wearing an elegant livery with embroidered sleeves and hem.

to a far less feral, ancient, and corrupted version of a Sailor Doll, who had been the Nightmare Creatures populating Shipwreck

them, stepped back into the darkness, and froze, becoming undistinguishable from a dead piece

and reached out for

thoughts, meanwhile, were

hell does he mean, I won't be alive for

closed it in frustration

"What? Why?"

he tried to read them, then gave him an unapologetic

a great feast to celebrate the occasion. I am the most gracious person

his head, and then drew

"Sunless. Death. Why?"

stared at

that this

times, trying to digest what

really failing? It… it did feel like it was on the verge of tearing apart, during his escape from the Black

whose resting place was Noctis talking about?

runes and

"Heart. Broken?"

Noctis frowned.

perhaps, not want to die? I, uh… I didn't say anything before in order to respect your wishes, but

his eyes full of resentment. Then, he ground his fangs

Don't know. Maybe.

scratched his

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