Shadow Slave

Sunny sat comfortably on the elegant wooden chair, staring at Mordret with all four of his arms crossed. The chair was a bit small for his prodigious body, but due to the quality and durability of the materials it was made of, managed to carry the weight rather well.

Noctis really knew the value of good craftmanship!

The old man, meanwhile, met his deadpan gaze with a mildly surprised expression slowly appearing on his face.

All around them, the Ivory City was being devoured by fire.

After a while, Mordret shifted a little, and then said with amusement:

"...To be honest, I expected you to attack me."

Sunny scoffed.

"Why would I bother? You seem to be hellbent on committing suicide. I can just wait until Hope kills you, then carry on with my initial plans."

He thought for a bit, and then added:

"Plus, in the improbable case that you somehow succeed, I don't really lose anything. I will still become a Master. Sure, the great and mighty clan Valor might suffer as the result, but what do I care? I have no relationship with them."

The old man glanced at him with a pleasant smile.

"That bow of yours suggests otherwise."

Sunny chuckled.

"My warbow? Do you like it? Well, I like it very much. What a beauty… your family really knows how to craft a Memory! However, you are mistaken if you think that I received it for rendering some service to Valor or being close to your father. In fact, they don't even know that I have it. Uh… I would prefer if it stayed that way, too."

Mordret tilted his head a little.

"Have no worry, Sunless... your secret is safe with me! All your secrets, actually. I have to admit, though, with how paranoid you are, I thought that you would try to silence me at all costs. Aren't you afraid that I will reveal them after escaping from the Nightmare?"

Sunny smiled lazily, then shrugged.

"Not really."

said in a

we? So, sharing my secrets would be no different from giving your power away.

expression grew a little

the risk of fighting you.

inside the Nightmare, Mordret was much older

he had also been raised by both Great Clan Valor and Asterion… he

capable enough to,

outskirt rat like Sunny

He couldn't…

not in a

wit, on

say which one of them was more

Sunny stared at him with a smile, Mordret remained silent for

remarkable restraint… are you sure you don't want to attack

Sunny shook his head.

really don't

old man looked at him,

be

lingered for a few moments before turning around and

Sunny cleared his throat.

is one

then faced him again, an amused smile appearing on

His eyes glistened dangerously.

"Oh?"

Sunny sighed.

as I wish you luck in ending this Nightmare… I am a very, very

hand and

caused me and my friend weeks of terrible suffering, almost cost us our lives,

The old man grinned.

see how you could have been a little upset with my actions.