Shadow Slave

Chapter 874: One Last Mission

A moment later, a familiar face appeared on the screen. Despite the pressure of leading the First Irregular Company into the meat grinder of the Southern Quadrant campaign, Master Jet looked relaxed and at ease. Like she always did...

No, actually, she almost seemed to look better than how she had back in the safe haven of the NQSC. It was as though the exhaustion that everyone in Antarctica felt could not touch her. The perpetual dark circles under her eyes were gone, and her whole presence appeared strangely invigorated.

...Sunny had a suspicion of why.

Soul Reaper flashed him a bright smile.

"Hey, Sunny. How is it going?"

He simply nodded.

"We cleared that Fallen nest. Dorn was wounded, though. He'll need a few days to recover."

In the past month, his relationship with Master Jet had gradually changed. They grew a bit closer and more familiar with each other. That sense of camaraderie could only be forged by fighting side by side in numerous battles, and was only enhanced by the exceedingly rare background they shared.

Wasn't it funny, to see two outskirt rats leading the elite government Awakened into battle?

However, at the same time... after observing Soul Reaper in combat more, Sunny felt that he had come to understand the nature of her Flaw. And it was a grim one, for sure.

A long time ago... in a different lifetime, almost... before even the Forgotten Shore, Sunny had heard from Teacher Julius that Master Jet was feared by many Awakened. As the old man had put it, her problematic personality destroyed any chance she might have had of ever becoming a Saint. Actually, the exact words he had used were...

help a psychopathic killer become a

had learned more about the unspoken rules of the Awakened society and came to believe that these rumors were just a pretense to justify the suppression of the Sovereigns. A product of the contempt proud Legacies felt toward a clanless nobody from the outskirts who dared to become stronger than them, and refused to

was

core that constantly leaked essence like a broken vessel. Later, he also observed that she seemed to lack the ability to naturally regenerate essence, as all

murder. It seemed that killing was the only way for her to prevent her fractured core

would actually explain a lot of things, from the true reason she had chosen to come to Antarctica to why a girl from the outskirts

been the most glamorous job, but if there was one thing it did not lack, it was an

Reaper Jet like a person obsessed with killing were not wrong. They were just mistaken

a question... could he really trust her? What would happen if Soul Reaper's essence was running low, and Sunny

correct in

waved her hand in front of the camera. In it was a strange charm... no, actually, it was just a mundane... piece of jewelry? The thing looked like a golden circle with four stars engraved on it, beautiful filigree surrounding them, and a purple

hell

confusion, she shook

Valor! The highest military decoration once can receive. It's your medal, fool. I finally managed to get the Army Command to

Sunny blinked.

"Oh. That's... great."

out an

comes with a very sizable contribution point reward,

Instantly, his expression livened.

"Oh! That's great!"

Soul Reaper