Shadow Slave

'Now this... is interesting.'

Sunny was stealthily making his way to the isolated inner courtyard of the port fortress. His shadows were on the move, too...

The one who had been observing the battle against the horde of Nightmare Creatures was flying across the battered surface of the wall, not paying any attention to the flashes of firing armaments. The one who had been hiding among the refugees had left them behind, approaching the courtyard from the other direction.

The one that had been spying on Morgan hid itself within Cassie's shadow, and the one that had been following Nephis remained within hers.

Currently, all of them were converging on a single point.

In the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by a wide ring of empty space, a long figure stood as numerous soldiers and Awakened aimed their weapons at it.

Intricate armor of black steel, a beautiful face framed by curls of raven-black hair... and vivid, vibrant vermilion eyes.

It was... Morgan.

'Don't tell me...'

As the real Morgan emerged from the gates of the stronghold in the company of Madoc and Cassie, the soldiers that were aiming at the invader looked at her with wide eyes.

They must have realized that the creature standing in front of them was not the real Princess of War... and yet, seeing the two identical young women stare at each other was an eerie experience.

The real Morgan gritted her teeth in contempt.

...The reflection perfectly mirrored her expression.

And that was what the lone figure was - a creature created by Mordret from a piece of his soul, similar to how he had created the Mirror Beast.

The real Morgan's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, but the reflection was holding a black lacquered box in its, instead.

enchanted weapons aimed at the mirror

scene with a reserved expression. Sunny had appeared from the shadows, too, keeping out of sight as he

that crazy

- the mundane soldiers and Awakened retainers of Valor, a few

among them right now, somewhere,

the reflection tilted its head a little, the real Morgan

you wear that

mask of

Instead, it smiled pleasantly, then bowed, and gently placed the lacquered box on

spoke, its

for

smile

soon. I missed... you

warriors to trace with their naked eyes, but Sunny saw

than most how terribly dangerous these creatures were, so Sunny expected to see a tremendously destructive fight.

Morgan revealed one of her hidden trump cards, and neither was it because Madoc intervened. Instead, it was simply

just stood there, smiling pleasantly, as Morgan's sword pierced the breastplate of the black armor and exited from the

reflection. Morgan's eyes widened slightly as she watched the perfect copy of her face slowly crumble into a

that, one of Mordret's

frown

he wanted to deliver a message.

of the Reflection to appear in the very heart of one of Valor's strongholds without anyone noticing was a message in and of itself. It

watch herself be destroyed was a message, too.

course, the actual message was the black lacquered box and the

for my dear sister. Come soon, I

of it was one

However...