Shadow Slave

Chapter 728

Hearing the cruel words that sentenced Solvane to thousands of years of harrowing torment, Sunny couldn't help but feel a dark, euphoric sense of glee.

The memory of pain she had visited upon him and the faces of those she had killed flashed in front of his eyes once again, making that glee grow even sweeter.

'Good… good…'

The only thing Sunny regretted was that he had killed Solvane in the distant future, releasing her from that torment. If he had known better back then, he would have left her to rot.

Noctis coldly stared at the squirming priestess for a moment, and then turned around, as if intending to leave.

Solvane let out a groan of agony, more vines breaking through her skin and crawling down to the floor.

"W—wait!"

She struggled to raise her head and look up, her eyes full of fear.

"Noctis… you have to… kill me. You won't be able to… free her… if I am alive!"

The sorcerer stopped, lingered for a moment, and then glanced at her over the shoulder. His face was cold and unmoving.

After a long pause, he said nonchalantly:

"...Hope is a great, powerful daemon. She can handle a shackle or two on her own."

As Solvane's eyes widened, Noctis looked away and took a step toward the gates of the hold.

And Sunny, meanwhile…

Was doing the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.

***

Sunny was walking toward the edge of the cargo hold, where the wooden knife was lodged into the wall.

Every step he made felt as if he was dragging a mountain with him.

was much harder than

simple task. Hard, or maybe even impossible, but simple nevertheless. However, he was

was struggling against his

cruel, indifferent world. He had to learn a lot of vicious lessons to survive. Those lessons made him selfish, cynical, and

alive, but as his life changed, some of them turned into a hindrance. Slowly and painfully, he had shed his previous skin and learned new things. He learned to trust those who deserved to be trusted, and have hope in himself and the

and did not really want to — was his spite. Spite had been the only thing that motivated him to survive the First Nightmare, after all. Back then,

forgiveness. He could not even forgive Cassie, at least not fully, despite everything that they had been through together before and after her decision to put Neph's life before

eye, a tooth for a tooth… that was the ancient law. No one should be able to

the very thought of letting Solvane die in

And yet…

trembling hand landed on the handle of the

a very

the wall and swayed a little, struggling to keep the all-consuming hatred that

he wanted Solvane to pay, he

not allow for another thing to happen just like it had happened in the real past. He needed to prove, once and for all, that he was not a marionette that hung powerlessly from the strings of fate, able only to dance to a

outraged at the thought of Hope messing with

scorching intensity of his hatred for the War Maiden had come from, without a doubt — from the poisonous influence of the Demon of Desire, who had taken his

fabricated, but at the same

temptation… ah, it was way harder to overcome than

leave her to suffer… wouldn't it be the most joyous thing ever? Oh, it would… I

why he was holding the

slave… but who cares? I want Solvane to be tortured for eternity much more than

his teeth, he made a

Step. Step. Another step.

broken ship was much harder than

wasn't sure that he was going to

by an ugly grimace,

Then, Sunny stopped.

change my mind. It is worth it! Surrendering to fate is worth it, if it means that this hateful witch will be tortured endlessly. This will be right… this

and smiled

surrender to fate, it was as though a terrible weight was lifted from his shoulders. He

Sunny smiled…

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