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

a simple task. Hard, or maybe even impossible, but simple nevertheless. However, he was not struggling

struggling against his very

had to learn a lot of vicious lessons to survive. Those lessons made

them turned into a hindrance. Slowly and painfully, he had shed his previous skin and learned new things. He learned to trust those

behind — 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, and maybe

despite everything that they had been through together before and after her

for an eye, a tooth for a tooth… that was the ancient law. No one

letting Solvane die in peace seemed

And yet…

on the handle

a

knife from the wall and swayed a little, struggling to keep the

to pay,

hell. He could 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

was also really outraged at the thought of

the War Maiden had come from, without a doubt — from the poisonous influence of the Demon of Desire, who had taken his trauma,

was fabricated, but at the same time welcome it and be tempted to surrender

was way harder to

leave her to

struggled to even remember why

but who cares? I want Solvane to be tortured for eternity much more than I want to be free… freedom is distant, and abstract. Who even wants it? But retribution, it's right

teeth, he made a

Step. Step. Another step.

the cargo hold of the broken ship was much harder than it had been to climb a cold, dark mountain in

sure that he was going to

contorted by an ugly grimace, and

Then, Sunny stopped.

hateful witch will be tortured

sighed, and

surrender to fate, it was as though a terrible weight was lifted from his shoulders. He was free to bask in the joy of revenge, revel in it. He was unburdened, ecstatic, and at

Sunny smiled…

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