Shadow Slave

Chapter 1165

Human homes were like a titan. They were full of countless things. From the floor panels to the smallest trivialities, each thing had been designed and created by someone. The materials used in the creation of the things had been produced by someone else. Vehicles that someone had assembled transported them over roads that someone had built.

The amount of effort and life hiding in each human home was staggering. The scale of it was so inconceivable that Mordret could only compare it to something he was more familiar with - an abomination so vast that its mere existence was a calamity.

But really, the waking world was so much more than that. The only creature it could truly be compared to was a god.

'A dead god, maybe.'

Humans were like ants, but he could easily imagine them as carrion worms wriggling as they feasted on a divine corpse.

He could imagine it vividly.

"Honey! Come eat!"

Mordret was looking at the world through the child's eyes.

He put down his toys and ran to the kitchen. He climbed on a chair and grinned at his mother. He made a face at the plate full of expensive, naturally grown vegetables and pouted.

He allowed himself to be coaxed into eating some.

'...I can't taste it.'

Mordret felt a slight disappointment as he studied the mother's face. She was looking at him with a smile. Her eyes were brimming with affection.

Being loved by someone was a novel feeling. But what would it feel like to love someone instead?

for the kid. Would it feel

an easy way to

Mordret stifled his curiosity and remained

vegetables, the mother idly listened to the news. There was a propaganda report

to consolidate their forces on the continent. Just a few days ago, the relocation of refugees from the impregnable siege capital of Falcon Scott was successfully concluded. Under the valiant leadership of Saint Tyris of the White Feather clan,

still alive, it seemed. He was satisfied... among all the Saints he wished to kill, she was the only one

him get caught. But she had also indirectly

won't have to kill

human child. He experienced the heat of summer, the warmth of being cared for by a loving mother, the delight of playing with friends, and the excitement of learning letters with a

all fun, but he quickly

would have

mood turn dangerous at the thought, he

that he never felt sad. But he was not completely emotionless. There were things he could feel: satisfaction, contentment, pleasure... anger,

And hatred, of course.

his traitorous father and Asterion, he hated the other

in

his attention back on

stupid, as expected from a child. The child

Worry. Fatigue. Loneliness. Fear.

he left

not all warmth and joy from her perspective. She put on a brave face when she was with her son, but when left alone, the woman allowed herself to be weak and

The distant war was already affecting the daily lives of the citizens... her friends, her neighbors, her family - everyone was tense, as if waiting

with the First Evacuation Army. Even more enlisted and

talk of even people from her immediate

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