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

about me, you and I are similar in many ways. We both believe that knowledge is the origin of power, don't we? So, sharing my secrets would be no different from giving your power away. Why

expression grew a

However, the benefit of destroying you is not worth the risk of fighting you. You are one scary bastard, Mordret, you

inside the Nightmare, Mordret was much older and had vastly more

suspicions were correct, not only had the Prince of Nothing inherited the lineage of War God, but he had also been raised by both Great Clan Valor and Asterion… he was a monster created

enough to,

rat like Sunny compete

He couldn't…

not in

of wit,

which one of them was

him with a smile, Mordret remained silent for a few moments,

sure you

Sunny shook his head.

really don't

man looked at him, then said with

I'll be

moments before

Sunny cleared his throat.

is one

then faced him again, an

His eyes glistened dangerously.

"Oh?"

Sunny sighed.

as I don't want to fight you… and as much as I wish you luck in ending this Nightmare… I am a very, very petty person. I also have a great memory.

hand and started counting

weeks of terrible suffering, almost

The old man grinned.

upset with my actions. Well, how do you suppose we