Shadow Slave

Sunny settled in a corner and stuffed his mouth with stew. A few moments later, the flap of the tent opened, and Morgan walked in, followed closely by Cassie.

The Princess of Valor seemed to be in a good mood. Her strange vermilion eyes were lively and vivid, shining with barely contained excitement. It was as though the calamitous battle had invigorated the usually restrained young woman, revealing a glimpse of her true self.

Without the habitual mask of composed decorum, Morgan looked... younger.

Her words echoed Sunny's thoughts. A pleasant - and disturbingly familiar - smile appeared on her beautiful face, and with a melodious laugh, Morgan said:

"That was spectacular! Dear sister, venerable Masters... you did not disappoint!"

With that, her lips twisted a little in an expression of wistful regret. She seemed disappointed by the fact that she had not received a chance to participate in the battle personally.

Morgan sighed.

"The whole camp is aflame with the tales of what happened in your corner of the battlefield. Even the feats performed by the Saints seem to have taken a back seat to what Changing Star has achieved. Ah... I'm so proud of my talented, capable little sister. Nicely done!"

She paused for a moment, and then added with a smile that seemed a little sharper than before:

"Your glory is clan Valor's glory, of course. So, I am very happy right now."

Sunny silently chewed his food. Hearing the word "glory" from a descendant of War God really rubbed him the wrong way, but he didn't let it ruin his appetite.

'Indeed, she has a good reason to be happy...'

If the war of the great clans was a popularity contest - which it was, in a sense - then Valor was currently winning. Not only had Sky Tide been the first of the Saints to slay her foe, but the potentially catastrophic breach in the defensive formation had also been repaired by Nephis.

'Was that why Morgan failed to send us reinforcements? To earn her damned clan some glory?'

sacrifice strategic benefits to earn a little bit of fame...

glanced at Morgan and

way, what happened to those reinforcements we were supposed

guilty or taken

look like you needed any,

rebuke her, but then changed his mind and turned his attention back to the

limited. Morgan, on the other hand, had enjoyed the broad view of the whole

fact, Morgan might have been the one to coordinate with Sky Tide and make sure that the titan fell in front of the breach, sealing it

Fire Keepers had been left for dead from Sunny's perspective, she really

the other hand, I'm also not sure that I'm not

by the fact

Sunny shifted.

"Uh... what?"

Her smile grew wider.

you gave me a very, very pleasant surprise.

took a step closer and leaned forward, staring

Master Sunless... we really should spar sometime. I have not had a good sparring

Sunny, meanwhile, shivered under Morgan's burning

I forgot. She's

He coughed awkwardly.

idea. Oh, but I mostly fight Nightmare

gleamed with a dangerous

problem. I tend to get carried away myself, sometimes. That's why it's hard to

Sunny shrugged.

say that

not brittle, so there was no reason to be concerned. A spar was

he suddenly feeling cold? As if he had just gotten himself into a