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."

then said

ways. We both believe that knowledge is the origin of power, don't we? So, sharing my

expression grew a little

to destroy that leverage. However, the benefit of destroying you is not worth the risk of fighting you. You are

Although Sunny had grown more powerful than he had expected inside the Nightmare, Mordret

correct, not only had the Prince of Nothing inherited the lineage of War God, but he had also

monster capable enough to, maybe, outshine

could an outskirt rat like

He couldn't…

not in

wit, on the

say which one of them

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

you sure you don't want to attack me,

Sunny shook his head.

don't

old man looked at

be

for a few moments before turning

Sunny cleared his throat.

is one

faced him again, an amused smile

His eyes glistened dangerously.

"Oh?"

Sunny sighed.

you luck in ending this Nightmare… I am a very, very petty person. I also have

and started counting on

lured me into a trap, put me in hot water with clan Valor, caused me and my friend weeks of terrible suffering, almost cost us our lives, and then even tried to kill me yourself! You really, really owe me a lot, Mordret…

The old man grinned.

my actions. Well,